He stood there, smiling at me. I haven't seen him years, since he died before I. I forgot how wonderful his blonde hair and sky blue eyes were. I barely knew him. But, I knew I was in love. He loved me too. I was lost at sea, but I was saved alongside my friend. I couldn't find him, until he appeared in my life again. My brother tried to throw him out of my life, but I pushed it aside. Seeing my brother's frozen body near me was the most horrid thing I saw. Now, being so close to the man I love's arms made me forget the horrid sight of my brother, protecting me from any evil. Standing here on the staircase that sank to the bottom of the sea with the ship, made all the memories flow. The memories that I, my best friend, and my true love shared.

Jack

I won these tickets on a card game. Crazy right? Of course it was crazy. What idiots would throw away their tickets of the most extraordinary ship in history in a game of poker? I met those idiots. I was with my friend, praying that we could get on the ship. And because of my lucky hand, we did.

Now, I stood on the promenade deck, a cigarette in my mouth, hands in my pockets. My attention was stolen, taken by a beautiful girl with curly red hair and pretty blue eyes. She gazed at me a couple of times, but not until a man came out, snapping at her about something, forcing her to storm off. One lucky punch to the guy and my life would be complete.

That night, I returned to the same spot, laying a bench to take a breather. The stars buzzing by calmed me, pushed me into ease. As I slowly drifted into sleep, clattered footsteps whizzed past me, forcing me to sit up in curiosity. I recognized the luscious red curls as they blew behind her. As she climbed over the railing of the ship, I jumped to my feet, ready to work some magic.

Yes, I can say I am definitely cocky. Who isn't?

"I wouldn't jump if I were you," I said, smoking my cigarette as if this was a normal meeting.

Her angered face whipped around, glaring into my soul. "Well, you are not me, nor will you ever be me. So, why don't you just walk away and pretend you never saw me."

"Now why would I do that? A beautiful young woman is clinging onto the side of the railing. Do you think any gentleman would just walk by as if nothing happened?" This girl was spoiled, I could tell. I had to push her to a limit before reeling her in.

Her eyes traced over me, quickly. "You don't look like a gentleman."

"Oh," I didn't feel the hurt that I was acting like. "So gentlemen are only men that wear tuxedos and drink champagne? I thought the meaning of gentlemen is to be kind, respectful, and chivalry. I grew up that way."

Her eyes squinted in a glare, but I could see the hard twinkle in her eyes softening. Now to reel in the target.

"Now, I wouldn't jump into that water if I were you because it's freezing, maybe a little bit over. I should know, I felt it before," I placed a foot on the railing near her, leaning my elbow onto my raised knee.

Her eyebrows pulled together, in a funny way. "Then, wouldn't that make it 'if I were myself' because you have felt it, not me."

I laughed, cackling even, letting her believe that she was wonderful, though I'm sure she was. "Good point. Anyway, I had an issue where I fell into water that cold. I'm sure you don't want to hear the whole story, so I'll just tell you, you feel like you are slowly dying in that water. It would probably be a slow death, unless the fall got you first."

She turned back down to the water, deciding whether to listen to my advice or take her chances. Her eyes drifted off into a world that I knew nothing about, but I knew she didn't like it.

"Have you ever just wished you could go, run away, jump when you want to?" Her eyes told me that was scared, deeply afraid of the water below, and the life here on Titanic.

"Sure, plenty of times," I said, moving closer to her, throwing my cigarette over the side. "But, I do it all the time."

Her eyes lit up, those pretty blue things. "You do?"

"Sure. I travel whenever I want to. I'm my own man, my own person. I could, and I do, anything I want."

"I would kill to have your life," she whispered, probably too loud than she wanted.

"As do I, but for not too long anyway," I said.

More footsteps appeared behind me, so I swept around to see who the newcomer was. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and sparkly ocean eyes ran up, wearing a purple hat and a purple dress to match it. I couldn't help but stare. If I thought I slightly had feelings for the red head, what was I feeling for this beautiful blonde?

"Rose! What in God's name are doing? I know you hate this life as much as I do, but at least stick out along with me!" The blonde exclaimed, rushing to the other girl's aid.

I followed the blonde, helping the red head over the side of the ship, all of us rushing to the floor. I heard the girls giggle, but I jumped to my feet, hoping to be an actual gentleman and help them up. The red head gave a small smile, but the blonde stared cold.

"Watching my friend about to jump, huh?" The beauty snarled, holding a snobbish attitude.

"No, never. I was trying to convince her to come back over, not forcing her to," I shook my hands in defense.

The blonde finally lit up, her face turning into a wide smile. "Well, then! Thank you for the help that I finished! Teehee! What is your name again…?" She went off.

"Jack Dawson," I smiled. "And you two?"

"Rose Dewitt Bukater," the red head smiled. "This is my friend, Amethyst Georgetown."

Amethyst flashed a smile that made me melt. I have never felt this way for a girl before, so what was happening to me now? I was about to fall to this girl's feet. Was this love?

"Well, we should be off!" Amethyst grinned, pushing Rose along. "We will definitely see you soon Jack!"

As the girls walked off, I knew something like sparks flew between Amethyst and I. Her face never left my mind.