Chapter 3
Jack gazed silently at the sketch Brock had laid in front of him. The same sketch he had drawn of Rose in his dream in the probe. Apart from looking older and more worn, it was the same as when he last saw it. The art style was just like his involving the exact same use of shading and detail that Jack would use, especially on the hands. Even the signature was the same, matching any of Jack's pictures exactly. Despite all this, if you had seen Jack's work, you would undoubtedly know it was him who had drawn it. Luckily, Brock had never cared about Jack's artistry, only caring if Jack could draw neat diagrams.
"Well? Is that the diamond?" Brock was questioning him urgently. Jack sighed, "Yeah. That's it." Brock sighed happily, "Thank God. See the date? It's the day Titanic sank. That means that it's still on the ship. We'll find it." Jack nodded and Brock left to tell Lewis about the drawing. Rose stood next to him, a look of shock still on her face. "Jack… why am I in this drawing? How am I in this drawing?" Jack looked at her, "I don't know, Rose… maybe you had a relative on the ship?" Rose nodded, "Yes…that must be it!"
Rose left the room and ran back to her own room. She pulled out her old family album her mother had given her before she had left to become a marine biologist. It had pictures of family members all the way back to the early 1900's. Rose looked for a moment at her own portrait, underneath her mother and father's pictures. She looked at her mother's maiden name, "Dewitt Bukater," and traced it back to Ruth Dewitt Bukater. She paused at the picture of Ruth's daughter, Rose. They were exactly the same, exact replicas of one another, down to the last eyelash.
This was definitely the woman in the picture but something about her caught Rose's eye. This woman was engaged to Caledon Hockley, the man who gave his fiancé the Heart of the Ocean… which meant this was the woman who died on Titanic and maybe the woman who had known the Jack Dawson in her dream! A knock on the door snapped Rose from her thoughts. She grabbed her book and shoved it under her bed. "Come in!" Jack walked in, smiling at her, "Hey, Rose…I have a question for you." Rose smiled back at him, "Of course, Jack." He sat on the small chair beside her bed and began to speak. "Brock wants to probe s'more in the ship but he wants to probe around it too. So he wants us to probe in the ship and him and Lewis to probe around it, sound okay?"
Rose thought about it for a moment before agreeing, "Yes, that sounds like a really good way to look at types of algae, so yes, I'll probe the ship with you!" Jack smiled at her and jumped up off the chair. "So we'll be starting tomorrow and keeping it up until we find the Heart of the Ocean." Rose nodded, "Ok," and with that Jack left. Rose watched him go, still smiling slightly.
She pulled back out her book and looked once again at Rose Dewitt Bukater. Her sad eyes bored into Rose's like a mirror image. She wanted to know more about her and maybe delving into Titanic was the way to do that. After one last glance at Rose Dewitt Bukater, she put her book back in its place and left her room. Thoughts of Jack Dawson ended up running through her head, what was it about him that brought butterflies in her stomach? Maybe working with him would give her an answer to that too.
Back in his room, Jack had started a new sketch. Meeting Rose had brought back inspiration to his art and since he couldn't ask her to model for him, considering they were only getting to know each other, he decided to draw some landscapes instead. He gazed out his window, looking at the sea and drew the ocean. Suddenly he heard the sound of a piano, coming from down the hall. He got up from drawing and traced it to Rose's room. Jack listened to the sound at the door and was surprised when a sweet, clear voice started singing along to the tune being played. Once she was finished singing the song, Jack knocked on her door and walked in.
Rose was surprised to see Jack come back in and even more surprised to see him clap at the sound of her voice. She turned a deep red. No one had ever heard her sing before. It was very odd that Jack of all people was the first to hear her sing. Maybe that meant something deeper than what was on the surface. Maybe it was some sort of sign? No she was reading into this way too much. She needed to calm down and take a step back.
Jack grinned at her blush, "Look, Rose. You have an amazing voice. Is this like a way of expressing yourself or just a hobby?" Rose was surprised by his question. Maybe she should get to know Jack. Not have some dream image of him, ingrained in her mind. "Uh, I really express myself with music. I'd never want to be a professional at it, I mean I really love my job but this is a really therapeutic thing to do." Jack smiled and sat down. "What's your favourite song to play?" Rose blushed again, "It's really old…" Jack grinned, "My favourite song is old too. C'mon, just tell me."
"It's called… Come Josephine…" Jack paused after she said this, a wide grin spreading across his face, "No way! That's actually my favourite song too!" Rose laughed, "You're lying!" Jack put his hand on his heart, "I swear I'm not!"
The two talked for hours about music, art and so many other things. Rose and Jack found they really enjoyed one another's company and when Jack left to go to his room, both of them were content.
That was, until Rose had another dream.
Thanks so much to anyone who read, reviewed and favourited! Jack and Rose are getting closer but I plan on a lot more time until they admit their feelings.