A/N: Thank you to my reviewers, and I hope you enjoy this second part!

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Rose

I smiled. Was I nervous? Yes. But more than that, I was eager to show Jack how much I loved him. I knew that if I were ever to lose my innocence to someone, the man leaning over me was the one I would choose far above the rest.

Jack had been so good to me. I was not sure if he realized exactly how much he'd changed me for the better, but I hoped he had an idea. Boarding the ship, I was an unhappy young woman, bridled by my position and the "keepers" around me – my mother and fiancée. Setting sail for America was not exciting for me, as it was for so many others. Once we arrived, I would be forced to wed Cal and become his slave for the rest of my life. Any chance of freedom would be lost.

Meeting Jack was the best thing that could have happened to alter my pointless existence, and it came just in time. I do not know whether I would have jumped if he hadn't stopped me, and it's somewhat of a relief to know I'll never find out.

Just a chance encounter. That's all. If I had not run past him, if he had not come after me…I wouldn't be where I am now. The strange thing is that I trusted this complete stranger, even though we were not of the same class. My mind was muddled by terror and confusion, but his determination to either save me or follow me in was so absolute and so unexpected that my conscience, usually so against contact with the unknown, said 'Yes.' And I handed my life to him.

It was only proper that I seek him out the following day to thank him personally. Cal had not given me time the night before, and I was intrigued by this young man who (I admitted to myself rather guiltily) was incredibly handsome, as well as kind.

At first, his insolence dissuaded me and I half decided to turn away. But I had to admit I also found it alluring. And when I saw his drawings, I could no longer regard him as a simpleton. Monet may be a genius, but Jack's drawings are of real people.

He was surprisingly easy to talk to. He didn't make me feel insecure in any way, and I found myself telling him more than I remembered ever telling anyone. I watched the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his home, and laughed at how eagerly he described riding roller coasters and horses. I allowed him to teach me how to spit, and I felt freer than I had in my whole life as we dreamed together.

I was pleased to have the opportunity to show him I was more than a delicate female when he brought me to the lower-deck party. I drank strong liquor and danced until I felt I would collapse. Jack made me feel like I belonged with them, but not in a bad way. He made me feel like I could do anything.

The dreams shattered temporarily when Cal "brought me back to my senses." I was too frightened, both for myself and for Jack, to think of anything other than compliance with my fiancée's demands. But upon reflection, I realized that if I did not act on my hopes, I would be forever tethered to a miserable life. And I returned to Jack.

As I had already exposed my inner self, I decided it was time I showed Jack my other half. I wanted him to draw me, not only for his and my enjoyment, but so that I could leave something for Cal – a last smack in the face. I had already decided I would never be Cal's wife. Jack was the future I wanted, if he would have me.

So now here I am, in a strange automobile, pressed beside Jack with my heart beating wildly against my ribcage. And there is only one thing left to say, the perfect answer to his question:

"Put your hands on me, Jack."

A/N: I wanted to make Rose's view a bit more proper than Jack's because of her upbringing. I hope it came across nicely. Review?