Rose sat as close to Jack as she could, but she still didn't feel close enough. She tried to ignore the still coldness of the night, but it bit at her. She was grateful that there was no wind, for that would have made it even more painful. Jack kept his arm around her, rubbing her side to keep her warm. She rested her head on his shoulder and he rested his head on hers. They stared into the darkness.

Without the moonlight, Rose couldn't see far, but she knew the direction where Titanic once floated. She continued to stare at it, attempting to process what had happened. How could an unsinkable ship sink? She saw the iceberg, she knew it damaged the ship, but everything after that was a blur once Cal ordered Jack arrested.

A shudder tore through her as she thought of Cal. Jack noticed and lifted his head. "You okay?"

Rose shrugged her shoulders and looked at him. "I honestly have no idea." She looked down at her hands for a moment, noticing the indentation on her ring finger. She had taken the rings off when she had asked Jack to draw her naked.

"Is there anything you wanna talk about?" Jack asked. Rose sighed heavily.

"My mind is like a beehive right now. An angry beehive Jack. I'm so happy and so grateful that we made it off of the ship. Yet at the same time, I'm brokenhearted for those who died out there and for those who lost loved ones. I'm scared that Cal may come after us."

"If he survived," Jack interjected.

"You saw that he bribed Murdoch. He could have very easily bribed someone else," Rose argued. "He knows I'm pregnant with your baby."

"That's my fault," Jack said. Rose opened her mouth to protest, but Jack continued before she could. "I didn't see him standing right there by us. I don't understand how."

"You were concerned that I got into a lifeboat Jack. I don't blame you, and it's not your fault." Rose sighed and rested her head in her hands. "I shouldn't have left him that note with the drawing."

"What note?"

Rose looked at him. "I left the drawing and a note that said he can now keep us both locked up in his safe. I wasn't thinking. But after I found out about my father and the truth about the marriage arrangement, I was so pissed off."

"Did you put it in there as revenge?" Jack asked.

Rose shrugged her shoulders. "I guess. And as a way to tell him I was leaving. I had no intention of going back. I left my wedding band and engagement ring in the safe as well." She sighed. "I remember telling you that Cal would do something extreme, like have you arrested for kidnapping. I should have listened to my own words. If he made it to a lifeboat..."

"If Rose. If," Jack stressed. "Let's not worry about it right now." He wrapped his arms around Rose. He kissed her temple. "We'll keep a low profile until we know for sure. I'm sure there will be a survivor list."

Rose pulled away to look at him. "Then he'll see us on it."

"Then we just won't put our names on it right away, or use fake ones."

"Cal saw us get on the lifeboat."

Jack swore under his breath. "Look at me Rose. I'm not going to let him hurt you or our baby. I promise."

Rose nodded. "I know Jack. I trust you. And I love you so much." She hugged him, pressing her face against his neck.

Jack kissed her hair. "I love you too Rose."

They remained close, arms around each other for the remainder of their time on the lifeboat. Rose drifted in and out of sleep. Jack had never felt more wide awake. His life had changed so dramatically in the past two months. It seemed like just yesterday he had crashed into Rose at a park in Rome and now they were drifting in a lifeboat in the middle of the North Atlantic. He loved her more than his own life and would stop at nothing to protect her and their child.

Jack gazed at the stars as his mind wandered and his thoughts landed on his friends Fabrizio and Tommy. He prayed that they had made it, and if they hadn't, he hoped that their deaths were swift and pain free. Fabrizio had become like a brother to him and Tommy had fit in well with their friendship.

A noise caught Jack's attention. He looked out into the blackness and squinted his eyes. A few lifeboats were gathering together and orders were being shouted.

"Alright listen to me men! We have to go back! I wanna transfer all the women from this boat into these boats right now! As quick as you can please!"

"What's going on Jack?" asked Rose. She rubbed her face with her palms. She felt as though she had been sleeping with her eyes open.

"I think they're going to go look for survivors," Jack replied.

"Do you think there are any? It's been quite for a long time."

Jack shrugged. "I don't know. It will be a miracle if there are."

Rose yawned and laid her head back on his shoulder. "Even if they save –" Rose felt her stomach lurch. Quickly, she covered her mouth and tried to hide the heave. Jack noticed immediately.

"You okay?" Rose shook her head as she felt the urge to heave again. Jack grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so she faced the water.

There was no time for Rose to care about anyone watching with disgust. She moved her hand and heaved hard. The sound of her vomit hitting the water made her feel sicker. She coughed between heaves. Jack kept her hair back the best he could and rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. He heard a few whispers among the boat about Rose's disgrace and a comment about her being a weak woman. He fought off the temptation to tell them to mind their own business and to explain that she was pregnant. They didn't matter, Rose did.

"Oh God," Rose moaned, her voice hoarse. She couldn't recall a time where she had thrown up so violently. Even when she had emptied her stomach, she had heaved dryly and painfully. Rose rested her head on the edge of the boat and breathed deeply and slowly. "I'm sorry Jack."

"No need to be sorry," Jack said. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay for now. I think everything just caught up with me." She spit into the water a couple times, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. "I just wish I could get a drink of water."

"Hopefully it won't be long before help arrives," Jack offered. He knew it could be hours before another ship showed up, but he tried to keep his faith high. He had to stay calm for Rose. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry herself into being sick again. She needed every ounce of strength.

"I'm thirsty," Rose whispered. "And I can't get the bitter taste out of my mouth." Jack sighed.

"I know sweetheart. I'm sorry." Jack rubbed her neck with one hand gently. After a few minutes Rose turned back around and buried her face against his chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her as warm as he could. "Don't go to sleep Rose," Jack told her, remembering the doctor telling him that as a child when he had fallen into the lake.

"I don't think I could right now," she confessed. Her eyes were tired and her body hurt, but her mind was as far from silent as they were from New York. "Do you think they were able to find anyone?" she asked, looking in the direction of the boat that had gone to search for survivors. Jack heard voices yelling, but he couldn't make out what was being said. The only thing he could see was the light from the boat.

"I can only hope so," Jack replied.

They remained silent after that, both staring at the place when Titanic was afloat just a few hours ago. After a bit, they saw the single lifeboat row away from that area. Rose sent up a silent prayer that they had managed to save as many souls as possible. Even if only one had been saved, Rose would be grateful.

"Look!" a voice yelled out from the darkness. Jack and Rose, along with everyone else aboard the lifeboats, looked to the direction of the voice. "Over there!" the voice shouted. People looked around frantically. Rose spotted it before Jack did.

"Another ship!" she cried out. She clung to Jack. He kissed her temple.

"We're gonna be okay Rose." He smiled at her. Behind his words though was fear. Fear that the ship wouldn't see them or that it wasn't even on the way to rescue them. He feared for Rose and their child. He wouldn't admit it to Rose, but was also afraid that Cal would find them and hurt her.

After ten minutes or so, one of the ship's officers lit a flare and waved it over his head, hoping to alert the ship to their location. It was steadily moving closer, but it wasn't fast enough for any aboard the lifeboats. They wanted to find loved ones, get out of the cold night air. Some lifeboats had taken on water when the sea had turned choppy with the wind and survivors were wet. Finally, after nearly a half hour, the ship stopped close by.

Jack and Rose watched and listened in silence. The boats began to row towards the ship, which was almost half the length of Titanic and had only one funnel. Rose found herself wondering where the ship was originally headed or if the passengers aboard were even aware of the situation.

It took hours for the survivors to be brought aboard. When the ship appeared, the sky was just beginning to lighten. The lifeboat that Jack and Rose were in was unloaded third, and they learned that it was the Carpathia that had come to rescue them. The sun was up now, making them squint as the light bounced off of the water.

Rose stood off to the side with a blanket wrapped around her to conceal her hair, waiting for Jack. The men aboard the boat had allowed the ladies to go first, but Rose waited until the rest of the women went. For all she knew, Cal was already up there, just waiting to pounce as soon as he saw the opportunity. But as her eyes scanned the deck, she saw only women. Some were crying, others were hugging loved ones, but they all stood watch.

Rose felt everyone's eyes on them as Jack embraced her. She knew that not everyone would be reunited with their loved ones and her heart broke for them. So many faces were full of sorrow and as more and more people came aboard the boat, hope began to dwindle among many.

"We should go inside," Jack said. "More importantly, we should get you looked at by a doctor," he urged. Jack placed his hand over her stomach and kissed her forehead.

"You're right," she agreed. "Can we find something to eat first though?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Are you feeling alright?"

Rose nodded. "I'm just exhausted and hungry."

Jack laced his fingers through Rose's and they began to walk along with the other survivors. A steward aboard the ship was handing out cups of hot tea. Jack took one for each of them. Rose sipped it, enjoying the hot liquid as it traveled down her throat. As much as she tried not to, Rose couldn't help but look at the faces of survivors. Mothers carried small children and Rose prayed the children would be too young to remember their ordeal. She saw an older woman looking lost and confused. A group of women held each other and wept.

She saw familiar faces from first class, but avoided eye contact with any of them and kept her head low. Madeline Astor was in the arms of Molly Brown, sobbing uncontrollably. JJ must not have made it, she thought sullenly. John Jacob and Madeline Astor, though quite a scandalous couple, were very pleasant people.

Jack watched in awe as well at the crowds. All he saw were women with a few men here and there. His chest tightened, realizing that Tommy and Fabrizio were more than likely not among them. He would have to find out as soon as he could. With every woman he passed, Jack found himself relieved that Rose was not in their position. Seeing the tear stained faces and the children suddenly without fathers broke his heart. Rose could have very easily been one of them, and Jack would have never met his child.

They found their way to the dining hall where the chefs were busy preparing meals for the survivors. Rose plopped into a chair, her body aching all over, as Jack went to fetch them each something to eat.

"I'm afraid all they have right now is beef stew," Jack said, setting the bowl down in front of Rose. The smell of it set Rose off a bit, but she was so hungry that she didn't care. If it comes back up later, so be it.

And it did. After they ate, Jack took her to the infirmary. Telling the doctor that Rose was his wife, Jack was permitted to stay with her, except for when Rose was examined. The moment she laid down on the small cot, she promptly sat up to vomit into the basin next to her.

"I'm sorry Jack," she said as he wiped her forehead with a damp rag.

"Hey, quit apologizing," Jack told her with a smile. "It's nothing to be sorry about." Rose smiled back at him, lovingly. "What?"

"I'm just so grateful that you're here, that we survived." She took his hand in hers. "I love you Jack."

Jack kissed her hand. "I love you too." He noticed that her eyes were beginning to droop. "Why don't you get some sleep?" He kissed her forehead and yawned. "I'm not going anywhere."

Rose slid over as far as she could. "Will you hold me?" Jack nodded and climbed onto the cot with her. He wrapped her in his arms and within minutes, both were fast asleep.