I am rewriting this story. The only thing I'm not touching is the first chapter. So yeah. I thi8nk I'll have more ideas if I do it like this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so whoever owns the movie, don't sue me, I have nothing you want… unless you're interested in human flesh? You're not, are you? Wait, why are you advancing on me like that…

Rose's POV

She awoke to a blood-red horizon. (A/N- you know what they say: a red sun rises, blood has been spilt that night. Legolas is AWESOME) There were five other people in the lifeboat. Only six (including her) had been saved from a horrible, freezing death. And Jack wasn't one of them. Rose felt tears flowing down her face again. He was gone. Jack was gone, and she felt lost.

A ship was coming closer and closer. Someone has seen and heard the distress calls of the Titanic; they were coming to save the survivors.

When it pulled up alongside them, she read the silver lettering on the side of the ship, the Carpathia. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful ship. But she didn't appreciate it. She didn't appreciate being alive when so many others had died. Why on earth had she lived?

A ladder was dropped down over the side of the ship. She climbed up it, trembling and barely able to hold onto the ropes. She had a mug of hot liquid pressed into her hands, then a thick blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Someone inquired what class she was from. "Steerage," she muttered, because she felt that that was where she belonged, more than first class. A man led her to a lower deck. She looked around for Jack's friends, but she saw only few of the people who had been at the party that night. She only say about twenty people, or less, from steerage. Second class was here too. But she could tell the difference. The people who were there were sitting in shock, crying, tearing clothing, murmuring prayers. "Good luck finding your loved ones, my dear," said the man, and he left. Rose just sat down, in shock. The captain of the Carpathia came and told them that over fifteen hundred died. Only about seven hundred had been saved.

And they were loading the lifeboats into the water half-full, thought Rose disgustedly. So Jack was lying at the bottom of the ocean with over fifteen hundred souls. She said a prayer for those who perished, hoping their souls would quickly reach paradise. There were so many stories of bravery, so many stories of nobility.

And then there were stories of cowardice. She had seen a man slip into a boat to save his own life. She was sure that there were more than one of those people.

After a few hours, she heard a familiar voice she loathed.

"May I look here, sir?"

"Of course Mr. Hockley, but you won't find any of yours here. It's all steerage."

How was that for cowardice? He probably slipped onto one of the boats as well. There were so few men, even in first class...

She heard his footsteps on the deck. She turned away from him, knowing she never wanted to see that horrible man again. And if she did, she'd spit in his eye, or knee him in the-

"Thank you sir. She's not here."

She heard the crewman mutter "I told you so" under his breath.

She felt so alone, so lost, she started singing, and she felt closer to Jack. "Come Josephine on my flying machine, up she goes, up she goes..." She sang herself to sleep, with tears glistening on her cheeks.

Jack's POV

He woke up in a soft, warm bed in a small room. A woman with dirty blonde hair and warm brown eyes that reminded him of Rose's was watching him.

"Oh good you're awake!" she said, smiling.

"How long have I been sleeping?" he asked.

"About ten hours," she replied, "and did you need it. A nice woman told me you had nearly died, but you forced yourself to swim to the boat. Very brave thing to do."

"Ten hours!" was all he could reply.

"Like I said, you needed it. Can I get you something? You must be starved."

"No thank you. Do you know if anyone will have a survivors list?"

"Maybe, But probably not for another few hours. We know that just over seven hundred people survived. One thousand five hundred died. We wanted the shock of it to wear off before we start interrogating them. But could I get your name ? I was told to give it to the captain."

"Jack Dawson," he replied, "Can I go and look for someone?"

"No, at least not yet. I have strict orders to keep you in your bed until tomorrow morning. If you would want to look for your family, then if they're here, they can't go anywhere very easily. Unless they want to jump off the boat and swim to New York, they'll be here when you get up." This woman seemed very nice, but she didn't understand the situation at hand. He was afraid that Rose would be found by Cal, and she would jump off the boat. And not to swim to New York either. He couldn't sit here when something like that could happen!

"Ma'am, I don't think you understand this is urgent-"

"And I don't think you understand, Mr. Dawson, if you go out without us knowing there's nothing wrong with you, you might never see the light of day again, let alone your family. So you will just have to stay here until we are sure you're okay. You will find your family later. Tomorrow, if you are well. I promise as soon as we're sure you're not ill, we'll let you go about your business."

She was dead serious. But it wasn't until then that he noticed she was American. And not raised in riches, either, or she wouldn't be working on a boat. She was a girl from the streets of New York, and he felt he could trust her. He could only hope by morning that he would be allowed to find Rose. So he slept.

I hope you like my revisions. The next new chapter three will be coming out soon! (I hope; no promises)

Arns