Chapter 4
Within a few days, Jack and Rose's lifeboat docked at New York City. The two saw Cal had made it, unfortunately. Rose tried to hide her face with the plaid blanket supplied by that very man, but did not succeed. Cal proceeded toward the couple with a sly look on his face.
"Hello, my peach," He said, taking the blanket off of Rose's body, "my dear, you look absolutely dreadful! Come on then, we must go get you cleaned up---" He took Rose's hand, but she quickly let go.
"No, Cal, I'm going with Jack!"
"What a silly thing to say," He said, chuckling, "Of course you're not, now come along---"
"She said no," Jack said, leading Rose to another part of the landing. The two never saw hide nor hair of Cal again.
That night, a young man from the crew approached Jack and Rose, asking their names. Jack replied truthfully, and Rose thought about it for a while, before answering "Rose Dawson". When the man left, Jack asked Rose about it.
"Ro---" He started, before being interrupted by a man plowing past him, "Rose, why'd you do that?"
"What, did you mind?" she replied, smiling. Jack looked confused, but smiled as well.
"Rose---You know that I can't give you pretty clothes or a big, diamond ring, or any ring. But I love you and---" He bent down on one knee, rain pouring on his one face. People started to stare, wondering if he was indeed doing what they thought he was, "Well, will you marry me?" Rose's face lit up like a million fireflies. Even though it was cold, wet and dark, it seemed to be the most beautiful night she had ever seen.
"Of course, Jack!" She screamed, bringing Jack to his feet and kissing his face countless times. He kissed her back, and felt the tap of a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, to see an older man standing there, smiling. He held out his hand to Jack, and inside it there was a small box.
"What's this?" Jack asked, taking the box.
"My wife gave me this ring before the ship sank. I want you young couple to have it. Take good care of it, please," the man said, as he began to walk away
"Mister, I---I can't take this,"
"Please, young man. Don't you want your pretty sweetheart to have something on her finger, to symbolize your love?" Jack thought about it, smiled, and then opened the box. The ring was beautiful, even more beautiful than the one provided by Cal. It was gold, with three diamonds along the front. Jack and Rose thanked the man profusely. Jack then took the ring out of its box and placed it ever-so-carefully on his darling's finger. It shone so bright it seemed everyone in the world could see. Who knows, maybe they could.
Within a few days, Jack and Rose's lifeboat docked at New York City. The two saw Cal had made it, unfortunately. Rose tried to hide her face with the plaid blanket supplied by that very man, but did not succeed. Cal proceeded toward the couple with a sly look on his face.
"Hello, my peach," He said, taking the blanket off of Rose's body, "my dear, you look absolutely dreadful! Come on then, we must go get you cleaned up---" He took Rose's hand, but she quickly let go.
"No, Cal, I'm going with Jack!"
"What a silly thing to say," He said, chuckling, "Of course you're not, now come along---"
"She said no," Jack said, leading Rose to another part of the landing. The two never saw hide nor hair of Cal again.
That night, a young man from the crew approached Jack and Rose, asking their names. Jack replied truthfully, and Rose thought about it for a while, before answering "Rose Dawson". When the man left, Jack asked Rose about it.
"Ro---" He started, before being interrupted by a man plowing past him, "Rose, why'd you do that?"
"What, did you mind?" she replied, smiling. Jack looked confused, but smiled as well.
"Rose---You know that I can't give you pretty clothes or a big, diamond ring, or any ring. But I love you and---" He bent down on one knee, rain pouring on his one face. People started to stare, wondering if he was indeed doing what they thought he was, "Well, will you marry me?" Rose's face lit up like a million fireflies. Even though it was cold, wet and dark, it seemed to be the most beautiful night she had ever seen.
"Of course, Jack!" She screamed, bringing Jack to his feet and kissing his face countless times. He kissed her back, and felt the tap of a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, to see an older man standing there, smiling. He held out his hand to Jack, and inside it there was a small box.
"What's this?" Jack asked, taking the box.
"My wife gave me this ring before the ship sank. I want you young couple to have it. Take good care of it, please," the man said, as he began to walk away
"Mister, I---I can't take this,"
"Please, young man. Don't you want your pretty sweetheart to have something on her finger, to symbolize your love?" Jack thought about it, smiled, and then opened the box. The ring was beautiful, even more beautiful than the one provided by Cal. It was gold, with three diamonds along the front. Jack and Rose thanked the man profusely. Jack then took the ring out of its box and placed it ever-so-carefully on his darling's finger. It shone so bright it seemed everyone in the world could see. Who knows, maybe they could.