Here we Go guys. Anyways, I Really don't know where I'm going with this but I hope this is somewhat better than nothing!
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Aboard the Carpathia
Rose's POV
Rain trickled from the sky like teardrops dedicated to the fallen. The stars were all woven together in the blackened blanket that hung above the planet. Aides still moved around the deck asking people for their names, and then writing them down on clipboards.
As one passed both Jack and I, Jack tapped once on his shoulder. At first I was afraid the man would sneer at us. After all, he wasn't wearing the best clothes, and I'm sure I looked something awful, but something stopped him. I assume now that what stopped him from sneering was the whole ordeal of everyone's losses and the rupture of so many lives.
"Yes?" the young man asked.
"Sorry, I know you probably have a thousand things to do, but is there a Tommy Ryan aboard the ship anywhere?" Jack asked his voice somewhat hopeful. His eyes, however, portrayed a different statement; fear shook both of his brilliant blue eyes.
The man checked each page of his clipboard and nodded gravely. "I'm sorry sir, but there is no Tommy Ryan aboard."
"What about a Fabrizio DeRossi?" Jack asked as I pictured the man in my head. I could see both of them along with Jack. I hoped, with every ounce of strength in my muscles, bones, and ligaments, that Fabrizio had managed himself into a life boat.
Again the man checked and gave Jack the answer he didn't want to hear before scrambling away. I touched Jack's arm gently, but still noticed the change in him. He didn't seem to stand as straight as he had a few moments ago.
"Jack?" I asked quietly. "Are you alright?" I could see the answer plain and simple in each of his eyes. Pain and anguish lay beneath his lashes in the swirling pool of aquamarine. I knew the answer he should say, but I knew that didn't correspond with the one that would slip from between his lips.
"I'm fine Rose. Don't worry about me." He answered, his voice giving it away that he really didn't mean any of that. "We'd best get moving. We'll be arriving in New York soon I'm assuming."
"Alright." I answered and pressed closer into Jack's side as he led us down the dock.
Looking at the Statue of Liberty that night as we approached our destination, put a chunk of iron directly into my heart. It sank into my chest cavity for all the many people that were unable to see all of the statue's magnificence shining through the sky. Tears dripped down my cheeks thinking about the many people that lay just below the black water of the Atlantic Ocean.
People on land, waiting for us no doubt, were visible, yet silent. Jack tucked his arm around me as we waited to set our feet back on solid ground. People around us were anxious, and I couldn't blame them. The stewards attempted to calm everyone down to prevent hazardous behavior as people began to unboard the ship. I stepped down the ramp to the solid ground with Jack's body close to mine.
My statement about getting off the boat with Jack came true, though not in the way I would have expected it.
I don't know about you guys, but I'm thinking that this story kind of sucks right about now. Oh well though. On to whatever comes next!