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"Jack, Jack there's a boat," said Rose, shaking him slightly. "See! I told you everything would be al- . . . my eyes won't open, and my mouth, why isn't it moving! I have to do something! How can I make her know I'm still here!" Jack said to himself.
He was locked in, it was temporary of course, just a side effect from the cold and the water. All that it would take to wake him was some warmth, or an adrenaline rush, but obviously the thought of being saved was not enough.
"Jack, JACK! Wake up Jack there's a boat! Oh no, hes gone!" Rose would have wailed if she could but she was so cold.
Jack wanted to scream "I'm right here! I can here you! Everything is fine!" But he couldn't.
She called for the boat, reluctant to let him go, but she couldn't be loud enough. "I'll never let go," she muttered to Jack, and then she kissed his hand and let him fall in to the deep depths of the Ocean as she went to retrieve the whistle from the mouth of a nearby man.
As Jack sank, he heard the sound of the whistle becoming fainter and fainter. He couldn't feel the stabbing pain of the water on his body anymore, although his head was not quite used to it. He was sinking faster and faster, and if he didn't wake up soon, he would be dead. He didn't blame her, she thought he was dead, she knew that he would never have let her die there like that, he was glad she had gone. Suddenly, he felt the cold stab of the freezing water hit him like a hundred thousand knives. Just like that time he fell through the thin ice in his childhood. His eyes shot open, his legs started to kick.
"I'm out, I'm free, I can get back to Rose!" he thought, he was sure of it now. However, when he reached the surface, the rescue boat was gone, he could no longer hear the crys of "Is anyone alive, can anybody hear me?!"
He grabbed a floating board, waiting to die, contemplating how Rose would never know he could have survived, and been with her forever. Suddenly a light flashed across his face. It was another boat, a small rower, maned by a singular scruffy bum, who seemed surprised at the sight of a liveing person amung the dead.
"Lads, we have a drifter! Only one, I expect, better bring him aboard!" screamed the man, back at a large sailing ship behind him. "Laddy, are you alright, you seem to be in a bit of a pickle, but old McScruff will help you up right quick." With that, the man calling him self McScruff pulled Jack up out of the frozen depths and threw a blanket over him. Jack felt so good, he fell asleep right there on the row boat.
