It was a newspaper from two years ago. When the Titanic was being built in the dock. The paper was golden, and crumply under my fingers. It felt like skin. I couldn't read anything but one article.
SHIP BUILDING MASSACRE CAUSES FUGITIVE TO RUN (1910)
Minimum wage causes massacre to break out among workers. Seems that one of the Presidents of White Star Line promised a great amount of sum to a worker if he does a certain job. This act ignited a fuse! Two workers by the name James Amstar, and T.J Miller started to fight. However as physical contact broke out, hammers became weapons. More and more workers were drawn into the fight! In the end, it was blood. Five people were murdered. Mr. Amstar was charged with all five murders, and is to be executed- if he is caught! Rumor had it, that he changed his name, and is fleeing the country. However know one knows where, or what his name is. They even said he changed his appearance!
No wonder Jack told me to stay away from Jeremy. He found out that he was this murder. Jack didn't want to see me get hurt. It didn't make sense. However in a mad way it did. Why would a murder take his life for mine? Was it that he really loved me? Mother always told me love has a funny way of happening. "When you least expect it. For the people we love, are not always those we expect them to be."
I put the clues together dearest journal. I'm not going to tell. Not even you. If anyone ever reads this, they have to figure it out by themselves.
It has grown dark now. And I'm looking at the brightest star in the sky. There are tons of them, stuck up there. Forever. But I was still drawn to the brightest one.
"Thank you Jeremy. Thank you for saving me, and from myself."