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CHAP 1 - DEATH TRAVEL BY FIRST CLASS

That was a real party, or at least, that was what Rose Dewitt Bukater thought. Unlike being in first class with uninteresting people, she much preferred to be there, in the third class, where everything was a party. To some extent, obviously.
"Oh, Jack, thank you for bringing me here." She smiled.
"You're welcome here, Rose. Come whenever you want," he said.
"I don't know why there's so much happiness! If I could choose, I'd be in first class, drinking champagne and eating caviar," said Peter Bullock, jaundiced.
"Shut up, Peter, you just say that because you don't have a girl, contrary to Jack," said Fabrizio.
"Hey, Rose is not my girl... At least, not yet," laughed the boy, who had heard the whole conversation. The truth was, that since he prevented the young Rose from committing suicide last night, the handsome Jacques Lautrec "Jack" Dawson could not stop thinking about her and was therefore head-over-heels in love with the beautiful passenger of the the first class.
The party followed by several hours, and Rose, as much as the third-class passengers, enjoyed it the best they could. However, after a few hours, Rose had to unfortunately go back to first class because she was sure that someone was looking for her. Thus, the new lovers parted with a kiss. And Rose went to the first class.

On the following morning, when the first sun rays lit up the waters of the Atlantic Ocean and the Titanic´staff, began their work, the first-class passengers, were awakened suddenly by a terrifying scream which came from the hallway.

'' Jesus Christ, who is screaming? what happened, for God's sake?'' said Molly Brown, who came accompanied by her husband, Mr. and Mrs. Strauss

'' My Lord, what a horrible scene, help, call the máster-at-arms'' was Trudy, who came running down the hall, her face wet with tears

'' Calm down, Miss. Trudy, what happened?'' Said Molly
'' the poor girl is in her bed, my god, how awful'' the maid cried, burying her face in Molly´shoulder

''but what?...'' asked Mr. Brown, but was interrupted by Ruth, who had been awakened by the screaming.

'' enough crying, Trudy, prepare my tea and woke my daughter.'' ordered the old lady

'' Madam, forgive me, your daughter, she ... '' whimpered Trudy, however was interrupted by Mr. Strauss

'' Alright, Miss. Trudy, try to calm down. Ida, you and Mrs. Brown can call the officers, Mr. Brown, please come with me, let's find out what's happening.'' Mr. Strauss suggested, seeing that many of the passengers, already crowded by nearby, were trying to figure out what was happening.

Slowly, the two old men, walked up to the cabin, where minutes ago, Trudy, came screaming like crazy. Initially, of course, they did not notice anything extravagant, however, when they arrived on the bedroom, they took a huge scare.
In large bed with a pillow over her face and a blanket covering her body, Rose DeWitt Bukater, was lying dead.

'' My holy God, the girl was murdered.'' is what Mr. Brown managed to whisper before some officers entered into the room and asked them to leave.
For a few minutes, almost everyone who knew Rose stood in the cabin door, waiting for the ship's officers to get out and report all of what was happening. Of course, in the meantime, upon finding that her daughter was dead, Ruth stood in shock and Dr. Mills, the ship's doctor, who decided to sedate her. A few hours later, Cal Hockley appeared in the hallway and proved to be angry upon seeing, in front of his cabin, all those people.
"Poor girl was murdered," cried Mrs. Strauss.
"What? Who was murdered?'' Cal growled impatiently.
"Where were you, Mr. Hockey?" asked Mr. Astor.
"In the main hall. What is happening?'' he asked again, when finally an officer came out from inside the cabin.
"Officer Murdoch, please tell me what all these people are doing here!'' he demanded.
"Mr. Hockley, Miss Rose DeWitt Bukater has been found dead by the maid Trudy Bolt," said Mr. Murdoch
"Dead? My fiancee, dead?" Cal pretended panic.
"It seems she had been strangled during the night," the officer said when Ruth began to cry again.
''OKAY, CALM DOWN, I WANT EVERYONE TO CALM DOWN! Great. Okay, what we have to do now is warn Captain Smith about the murder and take the body away. AND EVERYTHING WITH FULL DISCRETION!" Shouted the officer Lowe. And they all finally left.
Unfortunately however, the news that a passenger in first class had been strangled soon began to spread through the ship, from mouth to mouth, and gossiping passengers began to give false guesses about the murder.
"Perhaps it was the one blond boy who was with her at the dinner table yesterday! After all, he is third-class," said Madame Aubert.
"You're right. It is better to keep our eye on him," Mr. Guggenheim said.
And so, before the lunch hour, all people on the Titanic- passengers, crew, and officers - learned that Rose DeWitt Bukater, passenger from the first class, had been murdered with no explanation

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