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I embarked on an adventure from Europe back to America with Cal someone I wish I had never met. I prayed to myself that I would meet someone that swept my heart as I boarded the Titanic." The ship of dreams," I mumbled to myself. Now if it could make mine come true, it would truly be a miracle.
My name is Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater. At the age of only sixteen I lost my father. He was the only one that loved me or so I believed. My own mother never muttered a word about love. As far back as I can remember it's always been, " Rose sit up straight," or " Rose where are your manners?" I can't even remember my own father and mothershare a single kiss or even I love you between the two of them. Life seemed hopeless and lonely. I wanted to get out of here. That dream came true, but it wasn't the right way to answer my plea for help.
My mother never seemed to be completely satisfied with me. Before I knew it, I was off to finishing school where I practiced, in my mother's words, "The proper way to be a lady." In rather slow time, I finished school and returned home, where I found out that I had a suitor for marriage. His name was Caledon Hockley, but he preferred Cal. He was a very rich man indeed, the richest we knew. My mother and I had no money left over after my father died. The medical bills took all of it away. He left us with a low class name, and that was no way for a lady to live. Therefore, bringing Caledon Hockley into my life. In my mothers words," He's a blessing to us Rose. He will solve all of our money problems. We'll never have to live in poverty. Don't you want that for me Rose?" . Of course I wanted that for her, but not this way.
Money shouldn't matter this much to someone, but it did to my mother. I soon found out that it mattered even more to Cal. It was all he ever worried about and even talked about. I for one just wanted to be loved, and he never did that.
Cal and mother wanted to go back to America and escape our families bad name on a ship named the Titanic. It was built in 1911 and set sail on April 10, 1912. The unsinkable ship seemed to be my ticket out of misery or did it bring me further into it?
I felt as though I was trapped with Cal, and I wanted to break free. Cal had other plans though. He purposed to me months before we set sail. And I was forced to say yes. Back into pain I go. The invitations were all sent out. Everyone in Philadelphia was going to be there, and I didn't want to be there. Cal and I were to be married once after we docked in America. I hoped something would change this horrible nightmare.
April 10, 1912
I boarded the Titanic, and unpacked in one of our rooms. I had never seen such a amazing place in all the world. It was like a palace, where I hoped to meet my prince. Cal wasn't my knight in shining armor, but I knew I'd find him here I could feel it.
The day pursued, and it involved unpacking and dining with high class individuals that spoke of nothing really that interested me.
I excused myself from the dining room and slipped off to the room where I undressed myself and got into my nightgown. Afterwards I tried to fall asleep, but I was thinking of "him". I was thinking of the love I wished to have with my one and only, except I haven't found him.
I soon fell asleep.
As the ship went down, I realized that this was it. I knew in back of her mind that the water was going to hit me like a thousand knives of ice plunging into my heart, but for some reason I thought I could make it. I contemplated if Jack would make it with me. He said he was a survivor. Here's the time to show it.
Maybe it was because of the love I had in my heart that was beating below the fear that the Titanic brought to me or maybe it was just Jack. I had become strong inside. The strongest that I've ever been. I had become strong to live, to live with him.
Jack Dawson, whom I had only known for a few short days before the ship was hit by the iceberg. The number of days didn't matter, it felt like I had known him all my life. That night was a night I would never forget. How he took me to the stars just with his eyes.
But none of that mattered now. The ship was going down by the head as Jack held onto me for dear life. I promised him to never let go of his hand when we touched water. As we hit the water, I felt his grip tighten around my hand.
I screamed to Jack, " I know we're going to make it. Don't give up on me now, Jack."
I awoke that morning feeling completely refreshed. The first thought that came to my mind was about that man in my dream. He had to be my dream man or I saw into the future or something. I just hoped that he was on the ship searching for me as I was him.
I've never been so lucky in my life to be on this ship..The Titanic. My home until we reach America.
My name is Jack Dawson, and I won this ticket to embark on the Titanic in a hand of poker with my friend Fabrizio. Otherwise I would have never had money to pay for a ticket. I'm never one to stay in the same spot for very long. You see I come from Chippewa Falls in Wisconsin, and know I'm all the way here in Europe. About to take an adventure on the Titanic.
When I was young, I lost my parents, so I had no reason to stay in Wisconsin. I was an only child and had no one to take care of me, that's what brought me to Europe. I met Fabrizio here, and we became great friends even though he can't speak very much English, but I understood what he meant.
I'm here to live my life to the fullest. And maybe find my true love.
The bartender of the bar we were playing poker at told us we only had five minutes until the ship set sail. And you can believe that we ran like hell to catch that ship.
We ran into a member of the White Star Line industry and he asked," Have you been checked?" and we lied as we said," Yes we're Americans anyways the both of us."
Fabrizio and I ran to the ship deck and waved goodbye to everyone until every last person on land could no longer be seen. We then searched for our room and found it in the third class section known as "steerage".
For the rest of the night Fabrizio and I looked around the ship. We really didn't have anything to unpack. We both only carried one suitcase a piece. Dinner time rolled around and we went and ate. The only thing I could think about was how tired I was all of a sudden like I was meant to go to sleep right then.
I excused myself from Fabrizio and our new found friends and went to our room where I fell asleep quite quickly.
As the ship went down, I realized that this was it. I knew in back of my mind that the water was going to hit me like a thousand knives of ice plunging into my heart, but for some reason I thought I could make it. I contemplated if Rose would make it with me. I knew she was strong and that she could do this for me.
Maybe it was because of the love I had in my heart that was beating below the fear that the Titanic brought to me or maybe it was just Rose. I had become stronger inside. The strongest that I've ever been. I had become strong to live, to live with her.
Rose DeWitt Bukater, whom I had only known for a few short days before the ship was hit by the iceberg. The number of days didn't matter, it felt like I had known her all my life. That night was a night I would never forget. How she took me to the stars just with her eyes.
But none of that mattered now. The ship was going down by the head as Rose held onto me for dear life. I made her promise to not let go of my hand when we went under the water. No matter how strong the pull was to never let go, and she agreed to my promise. As we hit the water, I felt her grip tighten around my hand.
She screamed to me, " I know we're going to make it. Don't give up on me now, Jack."
I believed her.
I woke up Fabrizio shaking me screaming at me. I didn't really know what he was saying that he just wanted me to wake up. I did just that. When I woke up, I thought of the Rose girl I had dreamed about. She had to be the girl of my dreams. She just had to be.
I just hoped that she was on the ship searching for me like I was searching for her.
