Those who do not learn history, are doomed to repeat it.

Rose

That afternoon, i took advantage of the fact that there wasn't wifi or signal to sneak out again. I walked through the ship for nearly 20 minutes, discovering new restaurants, shops, bars, and amenities in general until I found myself in front of the Titanic Museum. Upon reading the sign at the door I felt shivers down my spine, something told me that I had to go in; so I did.

There wasn't anyone at the front desk or any guides, so I figured I just had to follow the signs on the wall. The tour started with the building of the Titanic, the story behind the grand ship written on the walls. Forty-six thousand tons of steel. Eleven stories high.
55,000 china dishes and 20,000 crystal drinking glasses. Built by more than 15,000 men along with her sister, the Olympic, in approximately three years. It also said that because steel welding was still in its infancy, the colossal steel plate structure of the Titanic needed to be held together by over three million iron and steel rivets, which were hammered into place by hand.

I walked through the next corridor and found tons of pictures on the walls, each with its plaque indicating who or what was in the picture, some were newspapers. There was also a replica of the ship in the middle of the room lightened up by the yellowish lights. I was focused on reading the story of one immigrant that sailed aboard the ship when a male voice disrupted the silence.

"It says stand behind the line, miss" I turned around immediately, completely startled by the voice

"Oh God, Jack you scared me! I thought I was alone!" He smiled and took a step closer to me. "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to explore the ship and take my mind off a few things, you?"

"Same" I said, still a little bit shaken from the previous scare. We walked together through the next rooms, discussing the history and fate of the ship, the impact it caused afterwards and how it must have been living in the Edwardian era.

"Look!" Jack said "The lost treasure of the Titanic"

It was a clear empty case with a plaque above it that read "The jewel was lost in the sinking. Several expeditions in 1996 and 1997 led by treasure hunter Brock Lovett aimed to retrieve it, snatching its peace. Legend says it was supposed to go down with the ship and that one day, it will return where it belongs, to the bottom of the ocean... is it supposed to be romantic?"

"Le Cour de la Mer"

"What?"

"Le Cour de la Mer, that's what it's called. It says right here, look" I froze.

Jack checked his phone to see the time and dropped it immediately when the screen lit up.

"Shit. Sorry..."

"What happened?"

"I just didn't... realize what day was"

"What day?"

"It's the 14th"

"It's September"

"Yeah i know, it's just... I guess it's the vibe of the museum"

"Do you feel it too?"

"Yeah, even before i came in"

"Jack... it's my necklace"

"What?"

"The lost treasure" Jack's eyes widened at my words "Do you think..."

"No, it can't. I mean... yes, yes it can, but... I mean..." he took my hands. "Don't worry about it yeah? everything is gonna be fine" His words didn't calm me down, but his eyes certainly did. "Hey, how about we get some fresh air on deck, yeah?"

He said and guided me outside the museum. It was already sunset. There wasn't many people on the 9th Deck, so the atmosphere was calm.

"If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you go?" I asked Jack, trying to change the subject and forget about Titanic.

"Easy, Santa Monica"

"Have you been there before?"

"Yeah, I went down to Los Angeles and started doing portraits there for a couple dollars a piece"

I looked at the dusk sky "Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it. Say we'll go there sometime to that pier, even if we only ever just talk about it."

"No, we'll do it. We'll drink cheap beer, we'll ride on the rollercoaster 'til we throw up and we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf... but you have to ride like a real cowboy, none of that side-saddle stuff"

"You mean one leg on each side?"

"Yeah"

"Can you show me?"

"Sure. If you like"

"Teach me to ride like a man"

"And chew tobacco like a man"

"And spit like a man"

"What? They didn't teach you that in finishing school?"

"No"

"C'mon i'll show you. Let's do it" He said as he started walking to the railing on the side of the ship

"What? It was a joke" he grabbed my hand

"I'll show you how, c'mon"

"No Jack!"

"C'mon"

"Jack!" I struggled but his grasp was too strong, so I ended up walking behind him to the railing

"Watch closely" he said and spat right into the ocean. I checked to see if there were people around, they were too far, and I guess they weren't paying attention to us.

"That's disgusting"

"Your turn" I looked both ways to see if anyone was watching and spat discreetly into the ocean.

"That was pitiful! c'mon you really gotta hunch it back you know, give some lever to it, use your arms, arch your neck..."

It i'm honest... it kind of felt good to break the rules, i didn't feel like a lady... i felt more like a teenager. I decided to take another shot, it went better the second time. When I was about to take a third, i saw out of the corner of my eye that Molly, the Countess of Rothes and my mother were walking towards us. I elbowed Jack before he spat again.

"Mother hi ...remember Jack Dawson?"

"Yes, charmed of course" The others were gracious and curious about him, but my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly; meanwhile, Molly signaled him to clean the spit running down his chin. "Rose, look at you in the sun with no hat. Honestly! We have to leave now"

"Goodbye Jack" I said, then we walked back to the suit, mother scolding me all the way back to the cabin. The countess left with us, leaving Molly and Jack alone.

"Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing?"

"Not really"