Title: Ocean of Memories
Chapter: Frozen in the Deep Dark Sea
Rating: Teen -No clue, what exactly will happen.
Based On: Rose, Jack, and a few random characters
Updating: Once a week hopefully.
Editor?: There is no editor. Get over it. Thank you. : )
This Chapter: It's on Jack.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except for the plot, I really wish I owned Jack Dawson though..

'Where am I? SHIT!! SHIT SHIT! It's freezing! Where am I.. OH SHIT! I'm underwater! I have to get back up!' Jack thought to himself as he kicked his legs with as much strength as possible. As soon as he broke through the surface, he remembered where he was. It took him a moment though because his hypothermia was getting worse by the second.

"Rose? Rose?! God Damn It! ROSE?!" He yelled, which was more like a whisper. His face was turning purple and his lips were turning a darker shade of blue. "Where's that damn door?" He looked around furiously until he found a chair that was floating nearby, and paddled the few feet over to it. It would have to do. It didn't even look strong enough to keep him floating, but if it got him out of the water, then it was fine by him. It took him all of his strength to just get on top of it. Was it possible that just a few hours ago, he was drawing Rose? That she saved his life? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Jack saw a light to the left of him getting farther and farther away from him by the moment. "Come back! Come back! Please!" He fought with his strained voice. It hurt to talk. He couldn't even think clearly and was about to fall asleep, but he knew that if he did that, It was all over for him. He still had a chance. He had to fight. He was a survivor. Jack had told Rose that they were going to make it and he felt terrible. He didn't like to lie. Especially to Rose. He had just told a major lie, and now she was probably floating somewhere. Dead; just like the rest of these innocent people.

'I wonder if Hockley made it through. He probably did, he probably lied and used trickery against the crew to get on a lifeboat. Someone who was worth more than him could have had a spot on the boat, but he took it. He didn't deserve to live. He didn't care about Rose at all.' Jack thought to himself. 'I can't think about what just happened. I have to close my eyes,' he said after looking to his right. There was a man with a baby floating there. "Those poor innocent people." Jack said slowly.
'Rose! Where are you? Please tell me you're alive!' All Jack could picture was her lifeless body floating somewhere out in this mess. It made him sick and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He was too cold by then.

Jack brought his legs up to his chest and put his head against his knees trying to get some warmth out of it. "I love you, Jack." He heard her voice and looked around wildly until he realized it was just in his head. "DON'T DO THIS TOO ME GOD!" He yelled and then passed out, freezing cold, on the chair.

NINE HOURS LATER

"Be Careful, Jacob! Don't hurt the bodies!" A man yelled to another man. "But they're dead Edward!" So, have some respect! We may be able to identify some of them!" "Yes, sir!" Jacob grumbled. Edward looked to be about his forties and the Jacob looked to be in his early twenties. "What do we have here?" Edward said to himself as he pulled a man off of a broken chair. "Dear Lord! I think this man is still alive!" Edward yelled. He took Jacks body and ran off into the captains quarters to stick him in the bed. Edward took Jacks clothes off that were now covered in ice and threw them down and got a pair of underwear out of his bag by the door to dress Jack in. "Edward! What the bloody hell is going on?!" Jacob yelled while watching Edward run around the room.

"I found one that was alive." Edward stopped and told him. "Oh.." Jacob said shocked. "Wait! HOW THE HELL IS ONE STILL ALIVE?! It's been hours and that water is bloody freezing!" "I don't know how the hell he survived, but the important thing is that he did survive. Am I right?" "I guess so…" Jacob mumbled. "Yes. The important thing is that this man survived that tragedy. Now, go get those blankets out of the cabinet." Edward ordered. Jacob handed him the blankets and Edward stuck them around Jack to get him warm. "We need to get him back into New York as fast as possible. Hopefully, he still has some loved ones." "Dear God…" Jacob mumbled.