Cal stared thoughtfully at the sea, while onboard the Titanic. The unsinkable ship they called her. Yet it was not the ship that Cal was thinking about. He was thinking of the fight he had just had with Rose. She had made him so mad that he flipped a table. A table! He didn't think that he could have ever gotten so mad in his life. All he ever did for her was try to make her happy. Yet every time it just wasn't good enough, no he wasn't good enough. He had seen the way she looks at him, like the look you get when you just don't want to be near that person, but you put on a fake smile anyway. He had realized that she didn't view him romantically for a while, but he hoped against hope that she might look at him one day and love him just as he loved her. Alas, this would probably never happen. She had issues with him when it came to commitment, and that would only change if she wanted it to. He knew that he did not have the power to control her in every way, no matter how rich he was. All of these thoughts were turning his mood sour, and he spat at the ocean. Cal came here to clear his mind. But all of his thoughts drifted to Rose, this just helped to make him more miserable. He looked out at the ocean trying to clear his mind; maybe he might see a whale. He looked for about twenty minutes and saw nothing, so he decided to walk around the ship in hopes of a distraction out in the ocean. He walked along for about ten minutes and something caught his eye. He moved to the railing and beside the lifeboat that was blocking the view. Then he found what had caught his eye; it was an adorable seal just resting on a sheet of ice. Oh how he wished he could be as carefree as that seal, at least they didn't have relationship troubles. He was watching the seal for a good twenty minutes, and though the blistering cold made his body protest standing there, he just kept gazing at the seal. Just as it seemed that nothing would snap him out of his revere a tiny sneeze caught his attention. He looked up and around him, but found no one near him. All he saw was the lifeboat next to him, maybe he imagined the sneeze, and a broken heart does strange things to the mind. He then heard some rustling close by. This time he knew he hadn't imagined it. Upon further inspection he realized that it had come from the lifeboat next to him. He hesitantly lifted the tarp a bit, and saw nothing. So he decided to halfway remove the tarp. Once he did this he found what had been making all of the noise. It was a young stowaway. She couldn't have been any older than seventeen. She stared at him with big wide eyes, petrified of his reaction. She should be more petrified of death, she was turning blue from the cold, and her tattered rags provided no warmth for her. Cal spoke up first," Young lady, what on earth are you doing here, you will catch a death of cold." She hesitantly replied," Please sir doesn't throw me overboard; I just want to get to New York. You see I lived in an orphanage, and I just had to get out of there and try to find a better place. Sir I am sorry for stowing away but it was my only choice, I have no money and I just needed to get onboard. Please don't throw me overboard!" She was in tears at this point. Cal was shocked that she thought he was going to throw her overboard, but then again judging by most of the snooty guests on this ship it was reasonable that she came to that conclusion. "Relax, I am not going to throw you overboard, I am however going to take you back to my suite." "Please sir, I am not going to sell my body for accommodations." Cal stared at her wide-eyed, had she really thought so little of him, maybe he was a terrible person. He suddenly replied," Miss I wasn't going to do that, I just cant leave you here to die." With that he picked her up and set her down in front of him. It was then he realized how weak and malnourished she was. She weighed almost nothing, and he could feel her ribs when he lifted her up. She obviously was too weak to even struggle against his grasp, for she collapsed the moment he set her down. Cal took off his jacket and put it on her. He picked her up and carried her bridal style to his room. Along the way many people stopped and gasped at the sight of Mr. Cal Hockley carrying a third class passenger to his room. Oh the scandal it created on the ship. Cal knew that this would spread like wild fire; he just hoped that Rose and her mother would listen and believe the truth. He carried the young girl inside and to his suite. Since Rose usually spent time away from his suite and rarely slept here, he didn't think she would notice if the young girl stayed in her room for a bit. He set her down and asked her if she wanted some food, water, or just a nap. " Um I guess I would like some soup, if that's alright with you sir." She said that last part hastily and bowed her head like a dog being scolded. That reminded him too much of how he acted around his father. "Dear girl, don't be frightened by me, I am not going to tell anyone that you stowed away on this ship, and you are a guest in my suite not a prisoner meant to be punished. You have done nothing wrong, and I plan to nurse you back to health." She stared at him, dumbfounded. He could understand why, most upper class people were cruel to third class citizens. She let out a yawn and sleepily looked around. She was scared to ask if she could sleep here, but was also too tired to really care. "Sir, may I sleep here please?" Cal replied," Of course you may, that is why I brought you to this room." She thanked him and went into a deep slumber. Cal arose once he made sure that she was asleep. He decided to get a drink before going to bed, it always helped him sleep and the events of the night had been very stressful. What would happen if anyone found out? Of course there was nothing going on, but rumors could start and ruin any chance he had with Rose. Her mother would be furious as well. Cal poured himself a glass of scotch and sat down in his lounge chair. He really had a lot to deal with. Should he hide her or tell them what happened. Though it would be bad if they found out the truth through rumors, it would be just as bad if they found out from him and got mad or thought he was lying. At least if he hid her well, they might never find out. However, before he could even think of hiding her he had to check if she was physically well. There had to be more severe problems than just malnourishment. Who knows how long she was out on that blasted lifeboat, she might have been there since the ship left England. Cal left the room and went to the only man he trusted with his life, Spicer Lovejoy. He had been searching the ship for him for a good hour when he finally found him eating in the dining hall. He was flirting with the waitress, which wasn't much of a surprise to Cal seeing as he is always trying to get laid but always fails. It's almost sad really. Cal shook his head coming back to focus on the task at hand. "Ah, Cal I have not seen you all day. You are missing a marvelous dinner." Lovejoy turned and winked at the waitress, but she just rolled her eyes and turned around. Cal motioned Lovejoy closer and whispered in his ear," I need you to follow after me, just wait five minutes and meet me in the hallway, so as no to raise suspicion." Lovejoy suddenly looked very serious and nodded to Cal. Cal left and waited for five minutes in the hallway, and the ever-punctual Lovejoy was the right on time. "What do you need Cal." Cal replied," First I need your word that what I am about to tell you remains a top secret, no one can find out." Lovejoy replied," Did you finally decide to dispose of that third class Jack pest." Cal didn't chuckle," No Lovejoy. I need you to bring a doctor, a trustful doctor who won't gossip. I know that sounds hard, but I trust you are up to the task. Once you find him, come to my quarters at once." Lovejoy's looked slightly annoyed," Cal do you understand how hard it is to find a doctor at all at this time of night?" Cal replied," That is why I called you to do the job, if anyone can get it done, it's you." Lovejoy nodded," I'll see what I can do." With that both men went their separate ways in a hurry. Cal was a little shocked that Lovejoy would actually consider murdering Jack. Sure what that little rat did was horrible, but Cal was no murderer. Cal walked back to his cabin to look after the girl until the doctor came. He took a chair and moved it close to the bed so he could watch over her better. She looked so peaceful as she slept. Not at all like the scared and hungry little girl she had been before. With any luck and a few nights of rest she will be good as new. Cal grabbed a hair from the corner, and pulled it across the room beside her bed. He plopped down in the chair exhausted. The recent hours of the nights had been exhausting, and brought out a whole string of questions in Cal's head. Who was this girl? Why had she stowed away? Was she dangerous? Was someone chasing her? The questions seemed never ending. Just thinking of all of them Cal began to grow sleepy. He slowly shut his eyes, and fell asleep within a few minutes. Cal awoke with a gasp. He had the worst dream of his life. Rose had told him that she was running away with Jack. When he poured his heart out to her, and promised to give her anything she wanted, she still said no. Just then Jack came and went to take her away. But as he grabbed her hand he slowly began to die and fall apart and melt at the same time. Cal was a bit relieved. This meant Rose would stay with him forever, and love him. Instead Rose looked at him with tears in her eyes. She took a gun to her head, and before shooting herself in the head she spat on his face. Cal woke up just before she pulled the trigger. He hoped that it wasn't one of those recurring dreams.