I'm kind of getting tired of writing a greeting every time… maybe you'd rather just get on with reading the story anyway… *cricket, cricket* Okay, I'll stop blabbering and get on with the next chapter.

-BubblePenguin

Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic, just this story.

The Search for True Love: Chapter 10

Jack's POV
The ship pulls up to the island so that I can get on. I am escorted up a ramp and onto the ship. My clothes are tattered and worn, and I must have filth all over my body.

The captain personally comes to greet me, "You must have been through a lot, young man. How did you end up on this island in the middle of the Atlantic in the first place?"

"Well, sir, I'm not entirely sure. I was one of the passengers aboard the R.M.S. Titanic and I didn't make it onto a lifeboat. I was in the freezing water with the woman I love. Then, all I know is, I was unconscious and I woke up here on this island," I explained.

The captain looked surprised, "Well, you've certainly taken a journey to get here. You're lucky we could even save you!"

"Yes, sir, I am very thankful for that," I tell him.

"Tell us your name, son, so we can add you to our passenger list," the captain orders. I look over and see the captain's assistant getting ready to record my name down and make me an official passenger on the 'Carpathia.'

"Jack Dawson. My name is Jack Dawson," I confidently tell the assistant.

"Pierre," the captain calls to a crew member, "Would you please escort Mr. Jack Dawson to his new stateroom and help him get cleaned up?"

"Yes, captain," Pierre responds. He comes over to help me.

"Wait!" I say, "Before I go, would you please do something for me, captain?"

"Sure, son. What do you need?" the captain asks.

"Can you tell me if there is a passenger aboard by the name of Rose Dewitt Bukater?" I ask eagerly.

"Hand me the passenger list," the captain orders his assistant.

"Here you go, sir," he hands over the list.

The captain scans the list for the one name I care about. The one name I need to hear. The one name that belongs to the woman I love.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dawson, the name Rose Dewitt Bukater is not anywhere on this list."

My heart and mind go blank. I feel empty inside. Why wouldn't Rose be on this ship? If she was rescued, wouldn't she be here? Sorrow crosses my face and I turn away from the captain.

"Thank you, sir," I say sadly.

"Are you ready to go to your stateroom now?" Pierre asks me.

My mind races a million miles an hour thinking of all the possibilities of what could have happened to Rose. I half-heartedly give Pierre a nod and he escorts me to my new home on the journey to New York.

Author's Note:

So, as you could probably tell, this is one of my longer chapters. I hope you are still interested in the story! And don't worry, I will post it all eventually. It's just taking the time to post them that's the problem. Plus I really want to start my new SWAC story while I have the ideas swirling around in my mind. I'll get on it soon! Until then, leave a review and prepare yourself for chapter 11!