Chapter nine-Under the surface of the Atlantic
Authors note:Wow!Chapter nine! I am having difficulties writing it, nine chapters and about I don't know, 10000 words, but you know, it's a story and I have to finish it before I begin First Officer Murdoch.
Rose Dewitt Bukater had never been more terrified in her life. In just a few, short hours, her life had been turned up-side down. She had only just gotten used to having Thomas in her life, experiencing more joy in a few days than she had felt her whole life, when her perfect world and all her newly-found dreams were stolen out from beneath her. The Titanic would sink and he and Thomas might die before they had truly lived! Rose was not a fool, she could see the sadness and shock in Thomas's eyes even as he tried to comfort her. The ship was foundering, the lifeboats had gone, and many would die. Rose didn't notice the stern she and Thomas were standing on becoming more upright, and her hand slipping on the rail as it supported more and more of her weight, she was too shocked. But Thomas did, and quickly decided they should move to the other side of the rail, holding on from the outside. He communicated this idea to Rose, who agreed. She trusted Thomas, he knew far more about ships than she, so everything he did would be right. They quickly moved over to the other side, but few shared his opinion.
"Are you daft? What if you slip?" Said one Irish man. "Tis safer on this side of the ship, lassie, Titanic will soon right itself. I would be joining me here, a pretty lass like you might slip and fall easily,"
"I taking care of this woman, sir," Thomas said, but did not correct the man's statement about the safety of the Titanic, he did not want to increase the panic. "Do not listen to him, Rose, he does not understand," Thomas soothed, but Rose had no intention of climbing back over.
The ship become more upright rapidly, soon rose could see that Thomas was right, as people began slipping and falling back down the ship to the bow, which was underwater. The crown soon caught on, and frantically began mimicking Thomas's idea, and climbing the rail. The Irishman was proceeding to do so, when he slipped, and fell. Thomas looked away, his heart aching with pain, and then assisted another passenger over the rail, a young, pretty blonde woman, obviously a member of steerage, judging by her appearance. But none of that mattered now, they were all the same, all fighting for their lives.
"Rose?" Thomas said, trying to see Rose's face, which was difficult as she was underneath him, he having put his arms around her and placing her on the inside of him, to protect her. "Rose, the ship will go underwater in another minute or so, I think. When I tell you to, I want you to take a big breath of air, for I believe we will be sucked under with the ship, and it may take anywhere to a minute for the life belt to bring us back to the top,"
Rose nodded. "I understand, Thomas,"
"Alright, its almost under, not long now," The other people began screaming as the water rushed up towards them.
"Breathe now!" Thomas yelled, and sucked in a great gulp of air and heard Rose do the same. Then he was plunged underwater, and quickly let go of the ship, dragging Rose with him. He kicked for the surface, tugging Rose with him. Air, he needed air. His lungs burnt and cried. Then he felt his head break the surface, and saw Rose, next to him.
"Thomas,-it's so-I'm so cold, Thomas," Rose shivered. The screams for help were nearly deafening, and Thomas could barely hear her above the noise.
"We have to swim, Rose. Remember how they threw all that furniture and doors in the water, because they floated? We have to get to some of that, and wait till the lifeboats return, to pick up the rest of us." Thomas knew in his heart the chances of them surviving more than perhaps ten, fifteen minutes in the icy water were next to nothing, but he would never tell Rose that. He began swimming, one hand clutching Rose, and she swam too, fighting each wave which dumped over their heard and filled their throats with sea water till they burned.
Thomas didn't know how far they got, for after what seemed an eternity of swimming with no direction, he felt himself bump into something large and heavy. "A door, Rose!" He felt like cheering.
"A door, great. What will we do, drag it with us and sell it when we get to America? A bit of a souvenir from our trip on the White Star line?" Rose was too cold to be thrilled with the discovery of a door. The next thing she knew, Thomas was heaving her up on top of it. "It floats, Rose, it floats, and it will hold you out of the water," he said, and knew that it couldn't hold him as well as her. But he didn't matter. Rose was out of the water. His brilliant mind didn't even overlook the fact it was strangely quiet now, the voices had fallen silent, and Thomas knew why. But it was becoming harder to think now. He felt a wave of unconscious wash over him, and just before he passed out, he wished he had the strength to tell Rose his last thoughts were of her.
Authors note:Wow!Chapter nine! I am having difficulties writing it, nine chapters and about I don't know, 10000 words, but you know, it's a story and I have to finish it before I begin First Officer Murdoch.
Rose Dewitt Bukater had never been more terrified in her life. In just a few, short hours, her life had been turned up-side down. She had only just gotten used to having Thomas in her life, experiencing more joy in a few days than she had felt her whole life, when her perfect world and all her newly-found dreams were stolen out from beneath her. The Titanic would sink and he and Thomas might die before they had truly lived! Rose was not a fool, she could see the sadness and shock in Thomas's eyes even as he tried to comfort her. The ship was foundering, the lifeboats had gone, and many would die. Rose didn't notice the stern she and Thomas were standing on becoming more upright, and her hand slipping on the rail as it supported more and more of her weight, she was too shocked. But Thomas did, and quickly decided they should move to the other side of the rail, holding on from the outside. He communicated this idea to Rose, who agreed. She trusted Thomas, he knew far more about ships than she, so everything he did would be right. They quickly moved over to the other side, but few shared his opinion.
"Are you daft? What if you slip?" Said one Irish man. "Tis safer on this side of the ship, lassie, Titanic will soon right itself. I would be joining me here, a pretty lass like you might slip and fall easily,"
"I taking care of this woman, sir," Thomas said, but did not correct the man's statement about the safety of the Titanic, he did not want to increase the panic. "Do not listen to him, Rose, he does not understand," Thomas soothed, but Rose had no intention of climbing back over.
The ship become more upright rapidly, soon rose could see that Thomas was right, as people began slipping and falling back down the ship to the bow, which was underwater. The crown soon caught on, and frantically began mimicking Thomas's idea, and climbing the rail. The Irishman was proceeding to do so, when he slipped, and fell. Thomas looked away, his heart aching with pain, and then assisted another passenger over the rail, a young, pretty blonde woman, obviously a member of steerage, judging by her appearance. But none of that mattered now, they were all the same, all fighting for their lives.
"Rose?" Thomas said, trying to see Rose's face, which was difficult as she was underneath him, he having put his arms around her and placing her on the inside of him, to protect her. "Rose, the ship will go underwater in another minute or so, I think. When I tell you to, I want you to take a big breath of air, for I believe we will be sucked under with the ship, and it may take anywhere to a minute for the life belt to bring us back to the top,"
Rose nodded. "I understand, Thomas,"
"Alright, its almost under, not long now," The other people began screaming as the water rushed up towards them.
"Breathe now!" Thomas yelled, and sucked in a great gulp of air and heard Rose do the same. Then he was plunged underwater, and quickly let go of the ship, dragging Rose with him. He kicked for the surface, tugging Rose with him. Air, he needed air. His lungs burnt and cried. Then he felt his head break the surface, and saw Rose, next to him.
"Thomas,-it's so-I'm so cold, Thomas," Rose shivered. The screams for help were nearly deafening, and Thomas could barely hear her above the noise.
"We have to swim, Rose. Remember how they threw all that furniture and doors in the water, because they floated? We have to get to some of that, and wait till the lifeboats return, to pick up the rest of us." Thomas knew in his heart the chances of them surviving more than perhaps ten, fifteen minutes in the icy water were next to nothing, but he would never tell Rose that. He began swimming, one hand clutching Rose, and she swam too, fighting each wave which dumped over their heard and filled their throats with sea water till they burned.
Thomas didn't know how far they got, for after what seemed an eternity of swimming with no direction, he felt himself bump into something large and heavy. "A door, Rose!" He felt like cheering.
"A door, great. What will we do, drag it with us and sell it when we get to America? A bit of a souvenir from our trip on the White Star line?" Rose was too cold to be thrilled with the discovery of a door. The next thing she knew, Thomas was heaving her up on top of it. "It floats, Rose, it floats, and it will hold you out of the water," he said, and knew that it couldn't hold him as well as her. But he didn't matter. Rose was out of the water. His brilliant mind didn't even overlook the fact it was strangely quiet now, the voices had fallen silent, and Thomas knew why. But it was becoming harder to think now. He felt a wave of unconscious wash over him, and just before he passed out, he wished he had the strength to tell Rose his last thoughts were of her.
