The ferry ride proved challenging for the three survivors. Cora was shaking as she walked onto the ferry. Rose pulled Cora into the skirt of her dress. She was still wearing the blue and white dress she wore during the sinking. Helga was nearly frozen, and would only walk on the ferry as Rose pulled her hand. During the entire ferry ride, the three girls refused to look over the railing and into the water.
Rose, Helga, and Cora were huddled in the dead center of the ferry. Every wave that brushed against the ferry, every rock of the boat, and every creak from the irons of the ferry would cause the three girls to shake or gasp.
The three girls sprinted off of the ferry the second it docked.
"Where are we?" Cora asked, looking around Whitehall Terminal.
"Manhattan, my mother would take me here when I was younger. We can't stay here, I don't know where Mother is, but I saw Cal on the Carpathia. They can never see us." Rose said, looking at Cora and Helga. Helga was looking around at giant structure filled with large ferries. "We'll walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. My mother believed Brooklyn was too 'low' for people like us. She'll never find us there."
"Hva?" Asked Helga, only understanding parts of Rose's words. In the distance, an outline of the Brooklyn Bridge. It wasn't too far a walk, but it would be a little tiring. Rose pointed to the bridge, and traced it until she pointed to Brooklyn, which was visible across the Hudson River. "Hey, uhhhh, I understanding, ummmm... I understand."
Rose smiled at Helga, who blushed. Cora was already walking, Rose and Helga looked at each other before trying to follow her. The three girls, Rose in her expensive dress, Helga in traditional Norwegian dress, and Cora in a typical outfit of a young working class girl, walked along the coast of the Hudson. Whitehall Terminal slowly morphed into the bustling borough of Manhattan.
"Rose, what does 'pargnant' mean? The doctor said I was 'pargnant.'" Helga asked, stu!going through the words, as Rose briskly strolled through the streets filled with tall, rectangular buildings.
"You mean pregnant?" Rose asked, her jaw dropped and her eyes wide.
"Yes, that was the word." Helga said with a smile.
"Hurry up! We're almost to the Bridge!" Cora called to the two women. Helga smiled, laughed, and skipped towards the young girl. Rose was still in shock, but she shook her head and followed after them. They had been waking for twenty minutes. Soon, the giant entrance to the famous Brooklyn Bridge was standing in front of the three girls.
"Helga, Cora, the second we get to the end of this bridge, we'll have a new start. We have no money, so tonight we'll find a nice alleyway and sleep there. Tomorrow, we'll go the first shirt factory we can find and get jobs." Rose said before kneeling down to Cora's level. "I'm so sorry, Cora, but I promise you can got school when we make enough money."
Cora frowned, but nodded. Rose, Helga, and Rose looked at each other and took their first steps across the Brooklyn Bridge. Helga was gazing at the complexities of the bridge. The iron cables, and beautiful designs. Rose looked straight ahead, just another trip to New York. Cora gasped as she saw looked towards her left and right, trying to comprehend the grandiose city of New York. They tried their very best not the look at the water below.
Rose breathed a sigh of relief after the thirty minutes it took the three of them to cross the entire bridge. The three girls didn't need to speak to each other. They spent the rest of the day walking around Brooklyn. Hours passed, the girls were constantly out of breath. However, this was better than processing the sinking and the deaths of the three men.
"Helga, the word pregnant means that you will have a baby." Rose said, panting from the hours of walking. She decided to tell her, remembering the conversation from earlier. Cora had the most energy, walking a few feet in front of the women.
"What?" Asked Helga, her face was a mix of exhaustion, surprise, and slight happiness. Helga covered her stomach with her hand. Though the exhaustion was most prevalent. "Fabrizio." She muttered under her breath. Rose smiled, her eyes beginning to water.
"Look," Cora said, pointing down an alleyway. Rose and Helga turned their heads. The sun had set, and it was beginning to grow very dark. The alley had very little trash, even though it had a grimy, stone floor. It was completely empty, and it was safe because it was well lit. The light came from the windows of the two buildings that formed the sides of the alley.
The three girls quickly snuck into the alley. Of the people bustling passed them, no one noticed and the three girls were safely sitting on the floor. The three girls smiled and began to find the places in the alley where they began to get comfortable.
"Good night." Rose said as the three girls lied down on the hard, stone floor. It was freezing cold. Rose shivered her in her flowy, pale dress. She felt the heaviness of the Heart of the Ocean when she pulled Cal's black coat tighter. Her heart began to beat fast, but she began to breathe deeply as she recovered from the initial shock. An hour passed and she was asleep.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..." Echoed in Rose's mind. The sound of Jack's voice. Rose shot awake, pulling her desk away from the dirty ground. The Kesh Inn rang in her ears as she remembered going en pointe barefoot.
Rose stood up, and tried to block it all from her minds. Rose began to hum Act 2 The Vision, a piece from Tchaikovsky's ballet Sleeping Beauty. Rose always loved her ballet lessons as a girl, when she was in the studio she was away from her mother. Rose hummed the instrumentation through her breaking voice as she attempted to do the dance she learned. Her legs were shaking and burning from the hours of walking, but she needed the distraction.
"Beautiful dancing." Helga's voice said. Rose whipped her head around. Helga's face was tear stained, and she was forcing a smile. Rose's lip began to tremble.
"Ahhhh!" That shriek came from Cora. Helga immediately shook Cora awake, who began looking around at her surroundings, terror in her eyes. Her eyes began to water when her eyes met with Rose. Rose fell to her knees, and began to sob. The image of Jack sinking in the ocean was the only things occupying her mind now.
Helga placed her hand on Rose's shoulder. Rose looked into Helga's beautiful blue eyes, and felt a jolt of electricity rush through her veins. The pain slowly began to melt away, even though the sting of Jack's face permeated in the back of her mind. Rose looked to Cora, then Helga's stomach, and finally back to Helga. The three girls wiped the tears from their eyes.