AN: I was inspired from fanfictions I've read, and I decided to write a fanfic on the same theme, keeping the context of the movie :]

Chapter dedicated to Titanic4life ! ;]

-Southampton, April 10th 1912-

"Jack, you're a pazzo, you bet all we have"

"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose," he said, throwing away the smoke from his cigarette. His friend looked at him with an uncertain air. Their two adversaries also spoke to each other in a language they did not understand, but seemed to be debating the same thing. Jack looked at his cards, his face expressionless.

"Okay, the moment of truth, someone's life's gonna change," he said. He looked at Fabrizio to see the identity of his cards.

"Niente," he replied. He looked at Sven, and his cards had no value either. Olaf had two pairs.

"Two pairs .. I'm sorry Fabrizio," he said gravely.

"Che .. ma va fancculo you bet all we had ..!"

"I'm sorry but you're not going to see your mom again for a long time." His friend looked at him, wondering if he'd lost his mind, "Because we're going to America!" Full house boys! He shouted happily. Fabrizio could not believe it. The two friends jumped for joy before a man told them that the Titanic would leave in five minutes.

They took their gain and their things, and rushed towards the so-called unsinkable ship. Once they reached their cabin, they put their modest luggage on the floor and chose their bed. Fabrizio noticed that Jack's skin had turned pale, revealing veins, and his blue eyes were now gray-yellow.

"You're hungry?" He said, his Italian accent emerging.

"Yes .. but it's okay, don't worry," Jack replied, his hoarse voice trying to reassure his friend.

"I'm going to go take a walk outside," he said taking his jacket.

"Be careful Jack," Fabrizio said, not wanting his friend to commit the irreparable.

Jack went to the outer deck reserved for the 3rd classes, taking advantage of the wind caressing his face, struggling as best he couldn't be too attracted by the others. He could hear it flowing through their veins, knowing their thoughts. It would be so easy to catch one and .. no. He couldn't do it. If he was unmasked, he would be killed on the spot.

Then to fight his desire, he sat on a bench, took out his portfolio and his pencils, then began to draw a father and his daughter watching the ocean. This allowed him to focus his attention on something other than his thirst. He raised his head, pausing, when he saw her.

She was there on the 1st class deck. She looked melancholy at the horizon, and he saw her. His gaze remained on her, and she noticed it. As soon as their eyes met, he felt something that he had never experienced before, as if they were connected. And for the first time he couldn't read her thoughts or hear her blood flowing in her veins but he was more attracted to her than the other passengers. A man came to escort her, and she disappeared from sight.

But not from his mind.