Alternate starts after they fall into the water.
'Jack' I gasped. 'Jack!' I said, a little louder. He wasn't answering, and the lifeboats where leaving. 'Jack!' I knew it, he wouldn't answer. I stuck my hand into the freezing water, reaching for something to make some kind of noise with. A whistle, perfect.
'Come back' 'Come back' Come Back!' I called, they couldn't hear me. I put the whistle in my mouth; it felt so cold against my lips. And I blew into it, letting it let out a sharp, high-pitched chirp. I did it again, again, and again, until they began to hear me, they turned and came towards me. 'I'll never let go Jack, I never will' I whispered, as they pulled me into the boats. Surprisingly, they pulled Jack in to.
'He still has a pulse! Get him some blankets!' one man yelled to the other. They did a series of CPR and covering him up, and finally, after about a minute, he began to breathe. 'Jack'.
Two Days Later
I stuck my hand into the coat pocket of the coat that Cal had given me. I felt a hard, cold, heart shaped, piece of metal and stone. I held it up, knowing what it was. I quickly pushed it back in, seeing that Cal was coming, Jack had gone to see where we were. I hid behind a cat full f luggage, and as he walked by, I said nothing, and tried not to even breathe. When he was gone, I turned around, and screamed. 'O, my God' I saw it was just Jack. I hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. 'Names' the captain asked. 'Jack, Jack Dawson and this is Rose, Rose-' 'Dawson' I interrupted. 'Rose Dawson'. 'Very Well' the captain said, moving on to the next group.
He kissed me, and pilled me toward the head of the ship. When we got there, he pulled me up, letting me stretch my arms out. 'Where to miss' He asked. 'To the stars' I said, laughing. 'What do you think we're going to do after this?' he asked. 'What?' I asked, confused. 'When we get off the boat' he said. 'I want to go to Wisconsin with you, and I don't know, maybe write a book' he smiled. 'Why miss' he said teasingly. 'No more traveling?' I smiled again. 'No, I'm done with ships and I'm done with….' I motioned toward the 1st class deck 'That'
Inside the submarine
'I stayed good on my word, I never saw my mother, Cal, of any of them again. Except of course, Molly. She stayed friends to the both of us until she died. I had three wonderful children' I smiled at my great- granddaughter. 'I Never wrote my book through, I tried, but whenever Titanic came to mind, I didn't, I couldn't write about it' I smiled sadly.
They pulled me out of the submarine, and I began to walk around on the deck, allowing everything that I had just relived, sink in. I pulled out the one possession I still had from the ship, The Heart of the Ocean. I gently tossed it into the water, know, that was where it belonged. With the ship.