What if Rose was mute? Would things be different between her and Jack? Read to find out! Told from Rose's point of view, this story explores the eternal dynamics Rose is struggling through during her voyage, and how she is saved by one young man. Please Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic or any of it's characters. They belong to James Cameron and crew.
I step out of Cal's carriage and look up and the large ship looming in front of me. It is so large it completely blocks out the sky from my vision. Both Cal and Mother seem impressed, but Im not. Its just a ship, a ship that is taking me away from everything that I know and love, and back to a place where I will never fit in. Here, people have just accepted me for being "different", nobody looks down at me and thinks "oh the poor little mute girl, whatever is she going to do with her life?". Or at least, my friends at school don't think that but then again, it was a special school for the mute and deaf. I have been attending that boarding school for more than 8 years, and I would of continued if my father hadn't gambled away all our money. My mother pulled me out three weeks ago and told me our only option for survival was for me to marry a wealthy man, and then she introduced me to Cal.
"Rose, stop dawdling and start walking!" Mother hisses at me.
Cal just chuckles
"Give her a break Ruth, anyone can tell that she is just staring in awe at the marvel that is the Titanic. They call her the ship of dreams, the unsinkable ship. She is a beauty, isnt she Rose?" He asks me.
I just roll my eyes at him and start walking towards the ship.
"Not that way!" Cal shouts at me and grabs my arm, "here let me" and he offers is arm. I reluctantly take it, shooting him a glare.
"You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic." He says dramatically, I just sigh and roll my eyes again.
"Your daughter is hard to impress, Ruth" Cal laughs, and I feel mother poke me in the back. I know I should be thankful that Cal is young, rich and handsome but he is such a bore. He treats me like an object, and he hasnt even tried to learn sign launguage. He just asssumes what I want, even when I dont want it.
As we walk on to the platform that leads us onto the ship, each step I take feels like one step farther from my freedom. Inside, I feel like screaming but I know that I cannot make a sound.