Roses POV
In the bed layed Jack.
I was seeing illusions again, I blinked several times, I even rubbed them. No, he wasn't disappearing.
"Go get the heater, hograte" the man with the blanket ordered, the heater was a new invention I was glad they had them in this ship.
Again, I did whatever I could to see the actual man in the bed. I walked out of the crowd and went to the bathroom just down the hallway, splashed my face with water and walked back to the crowded doorway.
"If anyone knows the identity of this man speak up now!" a security guard ordered
I squeezed myself through a gap between some people, lucky I was skinny enough.
I looked at the figure in the bed, it was still Jack. My eyes filled with tears of happiness, what if it really was him?
I covered my mouth with my hand, and I was thinking 'No, he froze, I saw him. That isn't him. It couldn't be.'
"Speak up now I say" he repeated
"I think it is Jack Dawson" I didn't mean to say it, it just came out.
"How do you know this mam?" He asked
"I knew him from the titanic" I replied
"He's from the titanic, lads" he called back to the crew serving him, "Jack Doughlas" he told them.
"Dawson" I repeated, I was still in shock, "But, it may not actually be him" I said
"No worries mam', OI, the lot of you CLEAR OFF" he yelled "I repeat, CLEAR OFF."
:O Oh my goodness isn't it exciting? I'm having fun writing this story and it just got a whole lot interesting.
What will Rose do now? I don't know! (Really I don't, I write as I go, LOL)
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