Jack opened his eyes and tried to breathe. He was underwater.
Saltwater filled his lungs. Cold saltwater. He used the remaining strength
that he had to kick his way as far as he could to the top. It was black as
night, he couldn't see anything. He nearly gave up, and then he
remembered..
Rose.
A sudden force of strength came from inside his frozen muscles. His legs gave out, and he tried to paddle to the top of the water using his arms. He thought his lungs were going to burst, but he kept Rose's face in his mind until finally, he felt the cold night air on his wet face. He took an enormous breath, gasping for air.
Jack looked ahead at the headboard floating in the water near him, the one that Rose had been on. She was gone. He frantically looked around. Where was his Rose? Where was she? He could not go on without her.where was she?
He saw a light in the distance. It was a boat. His heart leapt for joy, but then horror struck his cold body. Rose was on that boat. She had thought he was dead, and she had gotten in the boat.
"But I'm not dead!" he thought. He tried yelling, "ROSE!", but nothing came out. Nothing. His voice was gone. - Just like his Rose. But, she wasn't dead. She was going to keep her promise to him. He knew it. He knew Rose DeWitt Bukater.
The boat shrunk into the distance, and Jack was prepared for the worst, to die alone. He climbed aboard the headboard numbly, and silently prayed.
"Can anyone hear me?" it was a voice, with a light. Jack turned his head, as his hair crunched sickeningly, encrusted with ice. It was a boat. Another boat - Jack's eyes welled with tears. He wasn't going to die tonight. He was going to find Rose---If it was the last thing he ever did.
Rose.
A sudden force of strength came from inside his frozen muscles. His legs gave out, and he tried to paddle to the top of the water using his arms. He thought his lungs were going to burst, but he kept Rose's face in his mind until finally, he felt the cold night air on his wet face. He took an enormous breath, gasping for air.
Jack looked ahead at the headboard floating in the water near him, the one that Rose had been on. She was gone. He frantically looked around. Where was his Rose? Where was she? He could not go on without her.where was she?
He saw a light in the distance. It was a boat. His heart leapt for joy, but then horror struck his cold body. Rose was on that boat. She had thought he was dead, and she had gotten in the boat.
"But I'm not dead!" he thought. He tried yelling, "ROSE!", but nothing came out. Nothing. His voice was gone. - Just like his Rose. But, she wasn't dead. She was going to keep her promise to him. He knew it. He knew Rose DeWitt Bukater.
The boat shrunk into the distance, and Jack was prepared for the worst, to die alone. He climbed aboard the headboard numbly, and silently prayed.
"Can anyone hear me?" it was a voice, with a light. Jack turned his head, as his hair crunched sickeningly, encrusted with ice. It was a boat. Another boat - Jack's eyes welled with tears. He wasn't going to die tonight. He was going to find Rose---If it was the last thing he ever did.
