A letter to White Star Line

Author-balooie

Rating- PG-13 for language.

Summary- Jack thinks about that 'strongly worded letter' he planned on writing.

Jack's POV

It's started to quiet down, I can still hear Rose humming along to a familiar tune, but it hurts to much to talk now.

It's so cold, but I don't want to worry her, so I keep my mouth shut. I'm getting tired, but I know if I go to sleep now it's for good.

I need something to keep me awake. I'm going to go over the letter I am going to send to White Star Line. I know how it will go, but anything to keep me awake is good.

Dear White Star Line people. Wait that sounds un-professional. To whom it my concern at The White Star Line... Wait who am I kidding, I don't need to sound professional, I'm sending a letter to bitch to them about crashing the ship I was on, so now I'm pissed off, it doesn't matter if I sound lame, it's their fault I'm floating on a piece of wood.

So here goes.

To Whom It May Concern at the White Star Line boat place. My name is Jack Dawson, and I think it is highly in-appropriate that your stupid ass ship didn't have enough life boats, and maybe you should look into buying a couple of spare sets of fucking binoculars! I think it kind of sucks that I had to float around in the water waiting for a god damn boat to hopefully come back for us, us being me and Rose the love of my life.

You see Mr. White Star Line guy I met her on this ship. I won a game of poker in a pub across the street from the pier, some dumb fuck named Sven bet his tickets, and he sure was a smart one. But anyways I got on the ship with my friend, and we took the place of Sven and his pal. I think our roommates were a little confused, but oh well, that's not my problem.

But on this ship I met Rose, she's beautiful you know I saved her from what's his face; my memory is going a little blank right now. So anyway I met Rose and saved her from what's his name again. Cal, I think I wrote that twice, or I think I might write it twice when I do write it, but for now I am floating in the water on a board with Rose, have I told you about Rose? She's beautiful. I met her on the now sunken ship. I saved her from...

My memory is getting a little fuzzy so I'm going to wrap up this letter. So keep up the good work, I mean no, wait, what is this about again? I think I might remember in the morning, can I get back to you?

What the hell? I mean how can I get back to you? This is a conversation in my head; I'm just trying to pass the time until the boat comes. Rose is next to me, I'll get her to say hi to you guys in the letter.

Wait who are you guys? Who am I supposable talking to? Right the White Star Line people.

Build better ships. Okay, I can't concentrate, I think I'll take a nap, the boats will wake me up when they come, so good day to all of you. Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to read this poorly written letter.

Sincerely, Jack Dawson.

Yah, that's how the letter will go if those damn boats ever get here! I think I'll just close my eyes for a minute or two.

"Rose." I mumble.

No answer. I guess I said it too quietly. All well. I'll tell her I love her after my nap. But now, now I need my well deserved rest.

"Jack...." I hear Rose saying something. A boat? I don't know, maybe it was my imagination. I'm to tired, way to tired.

My eyes are closed, and their rolling around into the back of my head. I'm not cold anymore; I actually fell warm, like I've been plunged into hot water, pins and needles, pins and needles. It feels so good; I hope Rose is feeling the same thing. It's unusually bright now too, Is it already morning? I feel well rested. And I think I could get used to this.

The only problem is... Where did Rose go? Is this Hell I'm in? Why would they take away my only love?

Only time will tell.

Feedback please, tell me if it sucks, I wanna hear it.