A/N: Please send some more reviews because this is going to be an awesome story! It'll even have flashbacks from Jack and Marie's past.

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Jack and I spent most of the morning unpacking our stuff and looking around the ship. It was mostly filled with snobbish rich people, but there were some of our own kind as well. Later that night Jack wanted to go above decks.

"Ok let's go."

He led the way up to the decks and we lay down on our backs on some benches. The stars were out and they were very bright, constellations could be seen everywhere. Jack pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed the smoke and it blew into my face.

"Could you not blow that crap in my face?" I asked with a smile pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it into the ocean.

He shrugged and pulled out another one. Suddenly a woman ran past us, sounding hysterical. I sat up.

"Jack do you think we should follow her?" I asked.

He sat up and puffed out more smoke.

"Probably." He answered.

We got up and followed her to the tip of the ship. She was standing on the other side of the railing. She looked determined, but at the same time terrified.

"Miss?" Jack questioned.

She spun around. She was pretty, long red hair, slim figure, and medium height.

"Go away!" She ordered shrilly. "Don't come any closer."

Jack took a step forward and gestured to the cigarette. He tossed it in the water.

"I said don't come any closer. Go away!" She said again.

"You see I can't do that. Because now I'm involved and I can't walk away until I know you're safe." Jack said.

"I'll jump!" She warned.

"No you won't. Because you would have already. See when I was little I went ice fishing. Ice fishing is…" Jack began.

"I KNOW what ice fishing is." She snapped.

"Ok…ok anyway when I went with my father, I accidentally fell through the ice. Do you know how cold it is?"

Jack began to take off his jacket and began to unlace his boots.

"H…how cold?" She stammered.

"Freezing. It's like a thousand knives stabbing you all at one time." I said taking off my jacket as well.

"That's right. Now I don't want to go in there after you, but if you jump I jump." Jack said again now staring at her.

The woman stared at the water again, and seemed to be thinking over her options.

"Alright." She finally answered.

We approached her slowly and each took a hand to help her back over.

"My name is Rose DeWitt Butaker." (A/N: I think I have the wrong last name.)

"Jack Dawson."

"Marie Kelp."

Just as she was almost over, she slipped, hanging above the propellers. She began to scream frantically.

"Help me!"

"Listen to me Rose. We are not going to let you fall." Jack said through gritted teeth.

Slowly we pulled her aboard. She lay on the floor, sprawled out and shaking and with a look of pure terror all over her face. Jack knelt down next to her when suddenly the guards came.

"Oh damn." I muttered.

A man came and the guards put cuffs on Jack.

"It wasn't what it looked like!" I yelled at them. "Just a big misunderstanding!"

"Cal, it wasn't. See I was leaning over the edge to look at the…um…the…" Rose began.

"Propellers?" The man named Cal asked.

"Yes the propellers. And I leaned a little too far and I just…slipped." Rose finished.

"Is this true?" The man asked Jack.

Jack seemed to be thinking over his response.

"Yes." He finally answered.

"Well then the boy's a hero! Uncuff him." One guard ordered.

The cuffs were taken off him and Jack took a step back.

"Give a reward to this gentleman for saving my fiancé's life." Cal ordered.

They were about to hand him twenty dollars when Rose said;

"Or how about the two of them join us for dinner tomorrow evening?"

It was settled. Rose left and so did the other men. Jack pulled out another cigarette and pulled on his coat.

"Weird evening huh?" I said.

"Yeah." Jack answered.

But he was thinking about something else.

Flashback:

Jack was in the other room and I was in one room, sketching a picture of a man wearing a tall hat. He was fully clothed, (one of the rich men) and asked every few seconds if I was finished.

"Hold still for crying out loud." I said.

The man stayed quiet until I had finished the drawing. He handed me my dime and left the room, talking about how handsome he was in the picture. Jack walked in at that moment, smiling as he too had completed his artwork.

"It's getting late. Shouldn't we be heading back?" I asked.

"No way. There are still plenty of people who will pay money to be sketched." Jack responded.

"Alright Jack will do it that way."

We walked out of the home and down a street. Jack stopped to look at some new clothes in one of the store windows and I stared at my reflection. Brown wavy hair that reached the center of my back. Milk chocolate eyes and pale white skin. Tall, but around the same height as Jack. Very slim.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Ready." He answered.

Suddenly he ran down the street, laughing and calling me after him. I laughed and raced after him.

End Flashback.

"Marie? Come on it's getting really cold." Jack said nudging me towards the inside of the ship.

I sighed and followed him inside.

A/N: Ok that was the end of chapter two. I told you it would be longer. Anyway my faithful reviewers keep on doing so and I might update tomorrow!

-16aqua