The cold air seemed to be succumbing both the lovers bodies as they slowly waited to die… waited to live… waited for and absolution. It had been an hour and a half since the ship of dreams sank down to the bottom of the Atlantic and the lovers were colder than ice.
The noise of the other fifteen hundred people was starting to subside. The man who was blowing the whistle lay white and motionless across a floating folded chair.
"It's getting quiet," Rose said. "It's just gonna take a while to get the – boats organized" replied Jack. Rose could tell he was much colder than she was and would probably freeze soon if the boats didn't come. " I don't know about you," sputtered Jack "But I intend to – wr-write a strongly worded letter to the White Star line about this". He meant to cheer her up but nothing could cheer Rose up in this state of mind.
Rose was getting colder by the minute. She knew that she couldn't hold on much longer. She didn't know how much Jack would hold on but she whispered:
"I love you, Jack". Jack looked up at her with an astounded but serious face. "Don't you do that! Don't you say you're good byes! Not yet! You understand?" Jack spoke as best he could even though he was freezing from head to toe. Rose understood, but she knew either way one of them was not going to make it. "But, I'm so cold". She stammered. "Listen to me, Rose" Jack shuttered. " You're gonna get out of here. You're gonna go on – and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch em grow". It was so hard to talk. It felt like every word coming out of his mouth was trying to stick to the back of his throught. " You're gonna die an old – an old lady warm in her bed," he swallowed. "But not here, not this night, not like this, do you understand me?" he gulped again.
Rose was touched by her lover's words but she was too cold to smile. "I can't feel my body," she knew that she wasn't making much effort at all, Jack was the one who was trying to talk as much as he could to get his speech out, but she just laid there and listened. "Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you and I'm thankful of that, Rose. I'm thankful," (Every time I watch and the movie and hear him say that I nearly cry ) Jack lifted his hand out of the water and took Roses hand. "You must – you must do me this honor. You must promise me that you'll survive. That you won't give up. (I'm nearly crying while I type this) no matter how hopeless," he gulped. "Promise me, now, Rose, and never let go of that promise". Tears were starting to fill Rose's eyes. "I promise," She finally said. Jack looked at her with loving, but serious eyes. "Never let go," He finally said. The tears on Rose's face started to fall down her cheeks. "I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go." She sobbed.
Jack kissed her hands and started blowing in order to keep both their hands warm. Rose felt that if Jack wasn't there, she would probebly be dead by now. This was not just because he saved her life so many times. This was the moment he was most helpful. Without him by her side right then, she would have given up, but now, he was there to motivate her. Now she would do anything to keep him alive.
She then thought of an idea, why hadn't she thought of this before. She felt a little stupid really, but there was no time for laughing. Rose slid off the floating door. Jack turned his head as much as he could to his lover. "Rose, what – what are you-" "Get on top, Jack," Rose just said. " I am not getting on any life boat without you," she said and smiled as much as she could. Jack got on top of the door and after about five minutes told Rose she could have a turn. They did this for about half an hour switching places every five minutes.
Finally, they heard a voice. "Carful with your ores. Don't hit them. Is there any one alive out there! Can anyone hear me?" Jack was lying on the door at the time. "Hey! Over here!" He yelled as load as he could, but the life boat kept rowing past. Suddenly Jack heard a whistle blow then realized Rose wasn't floating beside the door. He looked over and there was Rose, blowing into the whistle as hard as she cold. "Come about!" The voice called. "Over here!" Jack yelled even loader this time.. The knowlage that the boat was coming for them gave him just enough of an energy boost to yell. Rose kept blowing the whistle while Jack yelled and within a minute they were sitting in the life boat. "I recognize the lady, she is in first class," said one of the stewards. "Give her a blanket," said the steward with the flashlight " Leave the boy, I can tell by his clothing he is third class. I surprised he even survived the sinking".
"Here you are miss," said the steward and wraped her in a blanket. Rose scooted closer to Jack and wraped the blanket around both of them. The steward looked at her with surprise. "M- mind your own business," Jack studdered. He was getting warmer now, but he was still not warm enough to speek fluently. Rose didn't hear him say this, she was fast asleep the moment she laid her head down on his sholder. Jack kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Rose". This was the was the phrase he said before succumbing to sleep, laying his head on Rose's.