Ship of Dreams-11
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It wasn't what he had expected. Cal had thought that once he knew just the full extent of their fear of him, he would know what to do. As if by knowing, he would be able to magically plot out a course of action. But it wasn't working out that way.
Here he was, following two people down a hallway, a bullet-less gun in his hand. One, he hated beyond all reason. The other, he wasn't sure about. He assumed he loved her, but what was love really? He was fond of her, that was true. He enjoyed her physical beauty, but that was where his feelings ended.
Overwhelmed by the thoughts his mind was throwing at him, Cal stopped, mid-step. Jack and Rose whirled around, eyes wide with fright, wondering why he had suddenly ceased in his pursuit. Wondering what his next move would be.
"I….." he began. "Can we talk?" The couple stared at him. This was not at all what either of them had expected. "You want to talk? To us?" Jack's voice was thick with suspicion. He wasn't sure what to make of this. First, Cal had chased them with a gun. Now, he was calmly asking if the three of them could have a conversation.
Cal nodded slowly. "Yes, I realize that my behavior has been…..well, inexcusable, and I--" "That would be putting it mildly." Jack's suspicion was giving way to anger. What right did he have to torment them the way he had, and then try to apologize? As if anything he could say would make a difference?
"Yes, I know, but I would really appreciate it if you would give me a chance to well, explain. And perhaps, a chance to apologize." Rose laid her hand on Jack's arm. "Maybe we should listen to him." Jack turned to her. "You're serious? You believe him?" "I'm not saying I believe him….." "Then what are you saying?"
Cal could see that the tension between Jack and Rose was growing. They were moments away from a full fledged argument.
Now. Do it now. A little voice inside his head whispered. He wanted to ignore it, to shut out its words. But he couldn't. A large part of him wanted to listen, wanted to do as the voice said.
Come on. They're not paying any attention. Do it.