Chapter Three
The last boat to reach the Carpathia was the one which had come back to look for survivors. For someone looking from the ship it might seam almost empty but most of it's passengers where lying in the bottom of it and covered with blankets. Most of them have already woken up by the time they got to the ship, but others had to be woken so they could get off.
The officer in charge of taking the names of the survivors went near the last person to get out of the boat. It was a tall blond man. His face was as white as a ghost. His blue seamed to be looking for something.
"May I take your name, please?"
"Rose Dewitt Bukater" the man said
"Excuse me, but I can't believe that your name is that sir."
"It's my girlfriend's name. Please tell me if she is alive"
"Let me see. Dewitt Bukater. Dewitt Bukater. Mmm, I don't think so. Oh, wait, here Ruth Dewitt Bukater"
"No, Rose Dewitt Bukater. She must be there"
"Sorry sir. The only Dewitt Bukater I have is Ruth. Now may I have your name please sir"
"This can't be right. She was in a boat, I saw her. Check under Dawson"
"We don't have anyone under that name sir. I'm sorry"
"But…" the man started, but he couldn't finish. What had happened? She was safe inside a boat. He himself had watched the boat going away. Maybe they returned to look for survivors and they sank. That couldn't be possible either because he had heard the officers in his boat saying that the were the only ones coming back. He heard the officer talking to him.
"Sir, you better go to the nursery. You don't look good. You'll give me your name later."
"That's what I'll do. Thank you"
"Poor people" the officer thought as he watched the man leaving. "Thanks good I wasn't on the Titanic"