Titanic story (I will come up with a cool name for it)
By ArtemisKey
I dedicate this to my sister, Jarina (known by something else on fan fic) and to all the people who died on Titanic, whose tragic centennial occurs this year.
Also I've seen the movie and taken notes on this, anything that is listed isn't fully mine and all of the facts are true.
Titanic (the movie) and its characters don't belong to me in any way shape or form.
Chapter 1
Jack Dawson awoke on the deck of the magnificent ship, Titanic. The sun shone bright and the waves slapped at the side of the ship. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before he realized he was in a lawn chair. Then he wondered how did he get on this lawn chair? He didn't remember falling asleep in a lawn chair, or falling asleep at all.
The only things he remembered were; getting on the ship, and then getting to his room with Fabrizzio, and drawing on the steerage deck, but that memory quickly faded. He tried to think about how he might have gotten there, but the only things that came to his mind, was when he got on the ship, a cold wet feeling and a voice, a girl's voice, calling to him…
Jack sat up from the comfortable lawn chair. He realized he was on the first class deck… how did he get there? He then swiftly made his way back to the steerage deck, otherwise known as the "third class deck" to make it all seem fancier. Funny, the ship was still full of people, but the first class deck seemed to have less people than before…
"Jack!" Fabrizzio greeted in his thick Italian accent,
"Faby!" Jack yelled back at his friend
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"I don't really know," Jack responded while rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, I have no idea how I got here too…" Fabrizzio trailed off.
Just then a guy that Jack had just barely met, Tommy came up behind them.
"No one remembers much, I've been asking around. All they remember is getting on the ship, and a few hours after, like getting out to sea." Tommy informed Jack and Fabrizzio.
Jack and Fabrizzio decided to go back to the main area in steerage. When they arrived, there were people there, but not as many, most were on deck, however there were some fewer people. Then they walked back up to the deck. As Fabrizzio walked around socializing with other people, Jack looked off into the fading horizon on the ocean.
Rose Dewitt Bukater, now known as Rose Dawson lived in New York City. It was six in the morning and she awoke in her small room rented in a cramped tenement apartment. It was so small compared to her previous life, one of luxurious foods, beautiful dresses and large houses. And this room was the size of one of her former closets.
The sun hadn't yet risen. Rose lit the small oil lamp next to her bed and made her way to her trunk. Inside the secondhand trunk that she purchased (with some of the money inside Cal's coat,) she had two button-up shirts, two skirts, five pairs of underwear, a corset, some stockings and the dress that she had worn that tragic day, one full week ago. She dressed in a skirt, button-down shirts and stockings, then buttoned up her boots. She grabbed her coat then swiftly made her way out her door.
She exited the building and made her way to a factory where she would be working for the next nineteen hours.
When she arrived at the great stone building, she entered and made her way to her machine, and sat down and began her work of sewing the sleeves of shirts.
"Hello Rose!" said her overly- cheery friend Ethel,
"Hello Ethel," Rose said loudly over the loud machine.
"How've you been?" Ethel asked
"Same as yesterday Ethel," Rose replied flatly. Rose could sometimes get a bit short with Ethel. Ethel could get very annoying, asking the same thing every morning; and being her overly-cheery self when she could clearly see Rose was hurting?
Today was one of those days when Rose missed Jack a lot. Some days she thought about going to the roof, possibly to "slip" off, and fall to the ground where she would be dead and free to be with Jack again. But she couldn't kill herself. She made a promise to Jack to never let go, to keep going. Rose turned her attention to her work.
The machines hummed and steamed, girls and children worked for small almost nothing of a wage. Rose was glad to get out of that place and head back to her small tenement apartment.
While she was on her way home she stopped to pick up some groceries. When she reached the checkout with some bread and vegetables the casher begin to talk to her in the almost empty store.
"Hello Miss," He said
"Um hello…" Rose said
"I couldn't help but notice you came here almost every day this week." He said
"I come to pick up things to use for dinner," Rose replied.
"I see… are you new to town?" He asks said, "My Name is William Calvert. But everyone just calls me Will.
" My name is Rose, Rose Dawson. Yes I'm new." Rose responded.
"Hello Rose. I hope I can see you again." Will said
"I hope I see you too." Rose responded before she took leave to her apartment.
That Night
After Rose had eaten, she got ready for bed. She sat brushing her hair. She began to think of Jack and her promise to him… she should have made him promise back to never let go, or he would be here with her, and they would be traveling the world now. Rose slid under her covers and cried herself to sleep.
Jack Dawson had been wondering what happened all day, now he decided to sleep, so he layed down in his bunk and slowly faded into his dreams.
Inside Dreams
The sunlight shone on the dock. Jack now stood at the rail on the back of the ship. He held onto the rail and looked down at the propellers.
Rose stood at the back of Titanic dressed in her finery, a place she could never forget. When she saw him. "Jack!" Rose cried and ran to her lost love. When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and held him tight.
Jack had heard his name called and he turned around to then to be embraced by a strange but beautiful redheaded, rich girl… who apparently knew him.
"Um… excuse me miss… but do I know you?" he asked the strange girl
Rose was taken back by Jack's response… She expected him to kiss her or something!
"Jack… its me, Rose!"
" I don't remember anyone named Rose." He said innocently
"Jack! We met here on this deck, right here! I was going to jump over! Remember!" Rose began to get aggravated.
"Sorry miss, but no…" Jack replied
"You saved me! You came to dinner… Remember? Don't you remember Cal? Or the drawing? Or even the motorcar? Or the ship sinking or anything?" Rose screamed at him and began to cry.
"I don't think I've ever been on a ship that's gotten wrecked," He responded. Why was this girl getting so emotional over him?
"The Titanic!" she sobbed at him.
"But we're on the Titanic," He brought the girl to a bench to sit down because obviously, she was upset.
"It sank…" she muttered, "you died," she whispered.
Jack then abruptly stood up "Listen Rose, or whoever you are! I'm as alive as I've been. Hell I would have known if I was dead, damn it!"
Rose stood up next to Jack,
"How could you forget me?" she screamed before slapping Jack and facing away from him. She said, "Really, you don't remember me?"
Before she turned around, she kissed him. Then walked away, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Jack stood for a few minutes when it came back to him, then he muttered, "Rose," before trying to tear after his love. But then he opened his eyes, and the dream was over.
Jack didn't usually remember dreams, but he remembered two things this time; he was dead, and there was this girl named Rose…
End of Chapter 1