A/N: hope you enjoy the second chapter and please review! Rated T for some mild language. Now we discover how Jack lives. Sound familiar? ;)
A few hours later
North Atlantic Ocean
Shit, this is cold, was Jack's first thought when the Titanic went under. Now, lying in the middle of the ocean, he thought back.
After seeing Rose's leap of faith he had sprinted down the Grand staircase three steps at a time to find she was not there.
Looking around, he thought the people in the boat must have pulled her in.
She's safe, he had thought. Now all I gotta do is survive.
A few hours after that when he was clinging on for dear life on the top of the ship, he knew he had to survive for Rose. They were gonna make it.
Jack had enough experience in the water world to know that lifeboats usually got picked up by another ship, so they'd reunite then- if only it wasn't so damn cold!
When the ship went down and 1500 people had gone in to the Atlantic, Jack, being the experienced person he was, swam over to a bit of panelling floating in the sea. He'd gotten on that because he knew once you were in water that cold for a long period of time, you were fish food. Jack thought only of Rose as he lay in the middle of the Atlantic.
"C-come j-jo-josephine in m-my fly-in-ing ma-machine," he just about whispered.
Jack almost lost consciousness when he felt a bright light awaking his eyes, forcing them open.
"Is there anyone alive out there?" someone shouted.
Loudly, thought Jack. Can't a guy sleep?
"Can anybody hear me?"
Jack sighed and tried to wake himself and get warm.
He tried and miserably failed to wave his arm. The small boat's crew, thinking no one had lived, started to turn around.
Shit, thought Jack. He had not nearly frozen to death for a boat to come and go without him aboard.
He desperately looked around.
An officer to his right had a whistle stuck in his mouth. Poor thing had frozen.
But it means you have to go in to the water, said a small devil in his head.
Only for a second though, said the angel part. And you'll get to see Rose.
This, for him, sealed the deal. The thought of having his Rose in his arms once again was too much to pass over.
He forced himself off the panel, into the unbearably cold water.
Think of Rose, he told himself.
Doing just that and using one arm, he paddled over to the officer, yanked the whistle from his teeth and blew.
He kept blowing even when Fifth Officer Lowe yelled for the boat to come about, even when a set of arms were pulling him aboard and not even when he was safely lying down covered in blankets, knowing he would live. It was only when someone on the boat held his nose that he stopped.
Summoning up his last bit of strength, Jack threw the whistle overboard and fell asleep.