I was taken down to the Master at Arm's office and cuffed to a pipe.
A crewman ran in.
"Over here, sir. Sir, they need you up in the second-class purser's office. There's a big mob up there," said the crewman.
"Go on, I'll keep an eye on him," Lovejoy told The Master at Arms.
The Master at Arms nodded and tossed the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exited with the crewman. Lovejoy flipped the key in the air, then caught it.
"Aye, right," he said before leaving.
"You know, I do believe this ship may sink," said Lovejoy.
He picked up Rose's tranquilizer gun.
"And to make drowning more comfortable..." he said before shooting me in the rear end with a tranquilizer dart.
I cried in pain.
I admired his benevolence, but I was more concerned about my life than whether drowning was going to be comfortable or not.
"Well, I would love to stay, but I have a boat to catch. Goodnight," said Lovejoy before leaving to go up to second class.
I tried to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin was raw... no good.
"Help! Somebody! Can anybody hear me?!" I yelled.
"This could be bad," I said.
Water started trickling in across the floor.
"Oh shit!" I said. "Oh shit!"
Rose's POV
"Oh, it is a little slut, isn't it?" said Cal. "Will you look at me when I'm talking to you!"
There was a knock at the door.
"Mr. Hockley?" said steward Barnes.
"Not now, we're busy. Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelts and come up to-"
"I said not now," said Cal.
"I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Mr. Hockley, but it's Captain's orders. Now, please, dress warmly. It's quite cold out tonight. Now, may I suggest topcoats and hats," said the steward.
"This is ridiculous," said Cal.
"Not to worry, miss. I am sure it's just a precaution," said the steward.
"It's the goddamned English doing everything by the book," said Cal.
"There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley." said my mother. "Go back and turn the heaters on in our rooms. I'd like a cup of tea when I return."
"Yes, ma'am," said Trudy before leaving.
Thomas Andrew came in with tiny pieces of iceberg on his shoes.
"Mr. Andrews. I saw the iceberg and I see it on your shoes. Please tell me the truth," I said.
"The ship will sink," he said.
"You're certain," I said.
"Yes, in an hour or so... all this will be at the bottom oft he Atlantic," he said.
"What?"
"Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly, don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?" he asked.
"Yes. I understand," I said.
This meant Jack was going to drown. It seemed a little extreme to kill someone for stealing a diamond necklace. Jack couldn't have done it. I had to go save him.
