Hey guys, Robyn here, just to let you know I appreciate all the reviews and feedback I've been getting, and I'm really glad everyone is enjoying the story. Just to say, that this chapter is from Cal's POV. I chose to do this, because I feel it is necessary for the reader to gain information of the events, that Scarlett would not be able to witness, reasons for which will be revealed in the chapter. This will probably be the only time I do this, so don't worry, and I apologise if it's not my best.

Thanks, Robyn x

This was my entire fault. I should have just accepted Lady Horsaw's marriage proposal in the first place. I shouldn't have let my heart run away with me. For it was my love for Scarlett that fuelled Lady Horsaw's jealousy to such evil.

Love. And that was what it was, I realised, looking at Scarlett, her soaked clothes and bedraggled hair, but still feeling the strong desire to hold her in my arms forever. It was unusual, I had never felt such emotion towards a female before. Women were constantly throwing themselves at me, but I had not once felt their desires in return.

It was different with Scarlett though. From the moment I laid eyes upon her, I wanted her to be mine. Of course, I quickly realised that I couldn't be too obvious about this, I could tell she was wary of me. Getting her to like me was going to be difficult. I had to win her over with genuine kindness and affection. Bags of money was not going to get me anywhere with this girl. I finally thought I had achieved this; she no longer looked at me with hatred, was quite willing to return my smiles and had seemed most upset when she had thought she wouldn't be working me anymore.

But then someone had come along and ruined all my progress. Jack Dawson. I saw the way she looked at him, her eyes lighting up with a big smile on her face. My god she looked beautiful when she did that. And Dawson, well he was just the same, grinning down at her like an idiot. Just thinking about them together made anger and jealousy bubble up inside me.

Jealousy. That was what had turned Lady Horsaw to do such a thing as to lock Scarlett in a room on a sinking ship. I knew she wanted me, but I never dreamed that it would lead her to do something like this. Her intention was for Scarlett to die, and I shivered to think what would have happened if I hadn't run into Lady Horsaw, who hadn't hastened to boast at what she had done.

But that didn't matter; I was there now.

"Scarlett" I breathed, wading towards her. I didn't care what she thought now, or if she realised my feelings for her. I just wanted to hold her in my arms.

I wrapped my arms around her; feeling her warmth and breathing in her sweet scent. It was exactly as I had dreamt it. Although, in my dreams, we had not been waist deep in freezing water. But the best bit was that Scarlett was hugging me back; her arms around my waist, gripping tightly.

We broke apart, much too soon I felt.

"Are you alright?" I asked. This felt like a ridiculous question considering the circumstances, but I wasn't really sure what else to say.

Scarlett nodded. "I am now" she said, smiling at last.

"Come on," I said "We've got to get out of here, and fast."

Taking her hand in mine, we waded out of the room. The water in the corridor was flowing fast, the tilt in the ship more evident than ever. It was obvious that the water would just sweep us away, if we tried to move against it.

"What do we do now?" asked Scarlett, her voice rising above the noise of the water. She was looking at me, a pleading look in her eye, almost willing me to come up with a solution. After all, I had just saved her life, to her, I was a hero. But, in all honesty, I could see no solution to the impossible situation we seemed to be in. There was no way we would be able to walk upwards against a raging torrent of water.

But Scarlett's grip on my hand, growing ever tighter, spurred me on. I looked wildly about, and saw that there was a line of pipes running along the ceiling. Inspiration hit me.

"Look," I said "We'll pull ourselves along, and up the corridor using the piping for support. We'll be out in no time. I promise"

Scarlett looked doubtful, and I didn't blame her. What authority did I have to make such promises? But she reluctantly let go of my hand and reached out to grab a pipe. I did the same, and we began to inch forward. It was hard work. The strength of the water was immense; pressure was pushing down on us. Also, it was freezing and I could feel my legs going numb. Just moving inches forward was dragging the energy out of me. If I was feeling this way, I guessed it must be much harder for Scarlett. She was nowhere near as strong as I was. I could feel her slowing down behind me, gasping for breath at every movement.

And then, I heard a muffled shriek and a splash from behind me. I turned round in time to see Scarlett's red hair dipping below the surface.

"SCARLETT!" I yelled, willing her to come back up. But I knew the water would be too strong for her. So, I did the only thing I could think of; I plunged forward into the depths of the water.

It was so cold. Colder than I had ever felt in my life. All strength was immediately sucked from me. But I knew I had to keep going, for her sake. I could see Scarlett's body, drifting through the water. I stretched out my arms and took a strong hold of her. Using what little strength I had left, I pulled her up, and we both hit the surface. Stretching one arm out, I grabbed hold of a pipe, and using the other hand, supported Scarlett against me. Although she did seem to be breathing, she didn't seem to be conscious, and her head was lolling against my shoulder.

I don't know where I suddenly conjured a burst of energy and strength, but I was all of a sudden able to pull myself through the water one handed, dragging Scarlett with me.

After what seemed like miles, but was in fact only a few metres, I reached some stairs, and was able to, finally, descend out of the freezing water. I pulled Scarlett up into both of my arms. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing. Her clothes were soaked, and her hair was dripping, but I still thought she looked beautiful.

Hastily ascending the stairs, a blast of cold air hit me as we reached boat deck. The wind went right through my soaked clothes, that briefly stung my body. But not for long. I realised that Scarlett seemed unusually still, and my heart nearly stopped dead when I realised that she was no longer breathing.

"Scarlett? Scarlett!"

I quickly lay her down on the floor, her body seemed lifeless.

"No, no. Come on Scarlett" I murmured softly to her, gently shaking her shoulders.

Then, I did the only thing I thought seemed right to do. I gave her mouth to mouth. I had never done such a thing before, but I thought I knew the general gist of things. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help feeling elated at the thought that I was kissing Scarlett. Of course, this was not how I had imagined our first kiss, but still.

I breathed hard from my mouth into hers, willing her to start breathing again. And then, her eyes flickered open, and she gave a great rasping breath. I almost collapsed in relief, Scarlett was going to be ok.

"Scarlett, I..." I began

"Oi!" came a voice "What do you think you're doing?"

I looked up to see who was shouting, but was met with a fist in the face. I shouted out in pain, and recoiled over, clutching my bleeding nose.

"Just stay away from her!" came the voice again.

Through my hands and bloody nose I saw the speaker. Jack Dawson. Never had I felt the hatred and jealousy so strong as I did at that moment. In a blind fury, I lashed out at Dawson. I had never had much experience in fighting, but knew the basics. I couldn't really see what I was doing, blinded slightly by blood from my nose. I lashed out, and a dull thud and cry of pain told me my fist had found its target.