Keldysh Ship

Late at night in the cabin Rose of the Keldysh ship, she carefully arranged all of her photographs on the mantel. Her aged finger traced the outline of the photo of herself, Cal and James at his college graduation. She placed it down next to a photo of a young Grace and Ally modelling in a photo shoot studio imitating their mother. Rose picked up the photo of herself and Grace laughing at James and Ally as they climbed on Cal's back.

She knew that the life she lived was a good one. Rose had loved, lost, and been loved. She cherished each moment of her life with Jack and Cal. Rose had fulfilled her promise to Jack the best of her ability.

Rose slowly climbed into her bed and laid back. Her grey-blue eyes went to the stars that were so clear in the blackness of the night sky:

"Come Josephine in my flying machine

And it's up she goes,

Up she goes,"

Rose closed her eyes slowly exhaling a long sigh feeling her body relax to the soft tussle of the gentle waves of the calm ocean.

Rose felt half of herself fly on the endless decks of Titanic.


The doorman opened the wooden door as she entered the grand staircase room. She recognized the faces that smiled at her as she walked passed them and up the stairs to see a familiar man turn to her from the ticking clock. It was Jack. Jack held out his hand, Rose took it letting his arms wrap around her. She was her seventeen-year-old self. Jack leaned down and kissed her. The passengers, officers and crew members of the RMS Titanic surrounded the couple applause faded into the background.


The other half of Rose went to the beach in Santa Monica, California outside her dream home.

Rose walked onto the beach. She felt the soft sand move in-between her toes as she walked down to her family. Cal was thirty years old again and utterly handsome. His brown hair shagged over his forehead. He watched her with a grin. Rose smiled as their children ran to her. "Momma!" They shouted.

Grace was twelve years old, James was eight years old, and Ally was five years old running behind her older siblings. Her children stayed young, just as she wished them to be. They held buckets and tiny shovels. Cal held his hand out for her. Rose took it.

Cal wrapped his arm around her shoulders hugging her into his body. They watched their young children run to the ocean water with their buckets in hand and grins painted on their faces. Rose and Cal walked down to follow them. They stood at the edge where the water met the sand. Cal looked down at her. Rose met his loving gaze and smiled warmly as he bent down and Rose met his mouth in a gentle kiss. Rose circled her arms around his waist keeping him close as they passionately kissed.

Rose was a woman split into two pieces. Her life really began at seventeen years old aboard the RMS Titanic with her first love and saviour, Jack Dawson.

The other half of her life was with Cal Hockley, a man she once detested and the became one of the greatest loves she's ever known. Their love had been scratched off and rebuilt on a foundation of trust and communication.

One thing is for sure, Rose Dewitt Bukater had lived a full and beautiful life filled accomplishments, devotion, and incandescent happiness.

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