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Jack thrust open the door at the top of the stairs. A blast of chilled night air hit the couple as they came tumbling out onto the deck. Rose was laughing so hard that her eyes were tearing up and her breathing becoming ragged. She almost tripped over the last step, but Jack caught her hand. He redirected the momentum of her fall, and used it to swing her around into his arms. They grabbed at each other's wrists and laughed some more. Rose drank in the harmonic sound of the childish gasps and snorts they unwittingly made as they both tried to gulp air while their giggles overwhelmed them, causing them only to laugh even harder.
Jack regained his composure enough to speak. "Did you see-" he had to pause as he gulped more air, "those guys' faces?" Rose broke into a renewed burst of laughter. She pulled him closer as he continued to convulse with amusement. "Did you see them?" he asked again, clearer now that their giggles were beginning to calm themselves.
Rose gently placed her fingertips over his lips to stop him from talking, which also effectively ended the remainder of the laughter. The elated mood, however, continued to envelop the happy couple. They were both breathing hard from laughing and running up the stairs. Rose slowly took on a slightly more serious air, and Jack just stared at her lovingly, sensing that she was preparing herself to say something she thought important. She paused, nerves creeping their way into her mind. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, and in the end she decided she'd added up what she would lose against what she could gain, and it was worth it. Her hand moved up his face until it rested right under his ear, cupping his cheek. Her face displayed her anxiety, but that didn't matter to Jack. This decided her completely; he loved her, and that was all that mattered. She took a shaky breath, then opened her lips to speak. "When this ship docks," she began in a shaky voice, "I'm getting off with you." She ended in a firm, determined tone that made Jack's face light up in a smile that melted her. He quickly composed himself though, and tried to hide it his delight. Rose assumed this was his way of being a gentleman; he was thrilled to pieces, but wanted it to be her choice, and couldn't let his own desires get in the way of this.
She could see the excitement boiling behind his sky blue eyes, however. She knew she meant it; and so did he.
"This is crazy," he said in a whisper. Jack wanted her to mean it, but he wouldn't be able to bear it if she was unhappy with his rather unorthodox lifestyle. He didn't have a plan for what happened next; for now he was living in the moment. She loved his though, that much he knew without a second thought. They could probably make it work….somehow. His statement wasn't an accusation, or a comment meant to sway her choice; just a fact they both knew to be true. She giggled again.
"I-I know," she said, "It doesn't make any sense!" Her face was incredulous, as if she couldn't believe what she was saying herself. Then her gaze softened, and she looked up into his eyes and let her hand move to cup the back of his neck. "That's why I trust it." Her voice now reflected the excitement in his face. He let the smile spread across his lips, then, and saw her face light up when she saw it. Jack had no words. He had no coherent thoughts either; just pictures in his mind, flashes of what was to come for them both. He was terrified, but at the same time couldn't think of what he would do if she didn't come with him, to wherever he might go. Whatever future he pictured himself living, she was there with him. He needed her; and from the look in her eyes, she felt the same.
He wasn't sure how to respond, and knew his face showed a conflicted array of emotions dashing across his features. But after several seconds, his eyes focused on hers, and that was all there was to it. His gaze softened, and he looked at her with a love he had never even thought possible. She saw the decision in his dazzling blue eyes, and kissed him with a passion that she knew would never die; no matter what was thrown at them. He smiled against her lips and feverishly kissed her again and again. Her hands lost themselves in his hair and his collar. The bitter wind pulled at her dress and tangled his jacket around her, but the cold was lost in the warmth of the kiss. Yes, they could most definitely make it work.
