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At dinner that night, Rose was sitting with some of her mother's friends including The Countess of Rothes, Margaret Brown, Jay Bruce Ismay, and Thomas Andrews.
"Don't worry Ruth, the ship is very stable and built with strong hands." Thomas Andrews said.
"They say this ship is unsinkable." Ruth said.
"Well of course it is! It was designed by no other than the White Star Line." Mr. Ismay stated.
"And why is it that this ship cannot sink?" Rose asked.
"It has water tight compartments, which will fend off the water if any of it is ever to come through." Mr. Andrews answered.
"Rose, stop concerning about the ship's safety. You know as well as I do that God could not sink this ship!" Cal said.
"Even still, Mr. Andrews has told me that there's not enough life boats for everyone onboard. If this ship does sink, half the people will die. Mr. Ismay, the next time you design a ship I think you should go over the safety of your passengers." Rose said, getting out of her chair and leaving.
On the Poop Deck, Rose looked down at the cold, icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean, then sat down on one of the benches looking up into the sky.
"We meet again." The familiar voice from the young man she met before said, sitting in the bench behind her.
"It's me, from the Grand Staircase."
"Oh, it's only you. I thought it would have been someone far more important than of your state."
"So you're calling me unimportant?" The man asked.
"Yes. I do not believe in social mixing, we shouldn't be talking."
"Have it your way then" The man stopped talking.
"So you're just going to ignore me then, without even saying goodbye? What a fine gentleman you are."
"You asked for it. By the way, my name's Jack. Nice to meet you."
"I didn't ask for your name nor do I care. I came here to be alone."
"Okay." Jack said.
Rose stood up.
"I'm Rose, Rose DeWitt Bukater. I am leaving now, goodbye."
"Wait." But before Jack could say goodbye, she was gone.
At dinner that night, Rose was sitting with some of her mother's friends including The Countess of Rothes, Margaret Brown, Jay Bruce Ismay, and Thomas Andrews.
"Don't worry Ruth, the ship is very stable and built with strong hands." Thomas Andrews said.
"They say this ship is unsinkable." Ruth said.
"Well of course it is! It was designed by no other than the White Star Line." Mr. Ismay stated.
"And why is it that this ship cannot sink?" Rose asked.
"It has water tight compartments, which will fend off the water if any of it is ever to come through." Mr. Andrews answered.
"Rose, stop concerning about the ship's safety. You know as well as I do that God could not sink this ship!" Cal said.
"Even still, Mr. Andrews has told me that there's not enough life boats for everyone onboard. If this ship does sink, half the people will die. Mr. Ismay, the next time you design a ship I think you should go over the safety of your passengers." Rose said, getting out of her chair and leaving.
On the Poop Deck, Rose looked down at the cold, icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean, then sat down on one of the benches looking up into the sky.
"We meet again." The familiar voice from the young man she met before said, sitting in the bench behind her.
"It's me, from the Grand Staircase."
"Oh, it's only you. I thought it would have been someone far more important than of your state."
"So you're calling me unimportant?" The man asked.
"Yes. I do not believe in social mixing, we shouldn't be talking."
"Have it your way then" The man stopped talking.
"So you're just going to ignore me then, without even saying goodbye? What a fine gentleman you are."
"You asked for it. By the way, my name's Jack. Nice to meet you."
"I didn't ask for your name nor do I care. I came here to be alone."
"Okay." Jack said.
Rose stood up.
"I'm Rose, Rose DeWitt Bukater. I am leaving now, goodbye."
"Wait." But before Jack could say goodbye, she was gone.