Are you tired of reading this story yet? I hope not! There's still much to come on their journey to New York! If you are interested in reading, go ahead and start chapter 11. If not, I can just bore you to death with my horrible author's notes XD. Haha don't chose the latter. Just read on!
-BubblePenguin
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic, just this story.
The Search for True Love: Chapter 11
Jack's POV
Pierre takes me down a long, narrow hallway and we come to a stop at room number 484.
"This is it, Mr. Dawson, your new stateroom. Head on in and make yourself at home. Please let me know if you ever need anything. Au revior!" he says, leaving with a wave.
"Thank you," I tell him politely.
I check my bearings to make sure I can find my room later. It's located toward the front of the ship, near the dining room. On either side of me are rooms 482 and 486 and across the hall is room 485.
I pause for a moment and stare at room 485. I sense something coming from that room, something important, something urgent. As my thoughts wander, a good-looking young man about my age wearing a suit comes up to room 485.
"Is this your room?" I ask him. He looks at me funny.
"This room? Oh, no it isn't. I'm just down the hall in room 470. Say, aren't you the man that just got rescued off that island?"
I laugh a little, "Yes, that was me."
"Well, you must have been through a lot of trouble to get here! My name's Robert Calvert, by the way, and you are?" he introduces himself.
"I'm Jack Dawson. It's nice to meet you," I reply.
His face turns to a confused look.
"Yes... it's nice to meet you, too..." he says, dazed.
The expression on his face puts me on edge.
"I guess I'd better head on in, it's getting kind of late. Plus, I haven't slept much these last few days, being on that island and all," I tell him, starting to ease my way inside my stateroom.
"Ah, yes, I'm sure. Well, goodnight Jack Dawson," Robert says, still with a confused and strange look on his face.
He seems like a nice guy, but this whole situation is very strange. I wonder what's going on in his head. I turn and head inside my new room to get some sleep.
Robert's POV
Jack Dawson. Jack Dawson. Jack Dawson.
I rack my brain searching for some clarity. Why do I know that name? I know I've heard it before... somewhere. I just can't remember.
I feel like that name has significance, like it's very important… life-changing, even. I just wish I could remember.
Jack Dawson. Jack Dawson. Jack Dawson.
Author's Note:
Ah, come on, Robert! You know the name! REMEMBER! Whoops… guess I got a little carried away there. I just really want him to remember! Read on to the next chapter to find out what happens! Will Robert remember? Will Jack find Rose? Will they live happily ever after? Will I stop asking stupid dramatic questions?
