Jack and I were laying on one of the beds in our corridor-the same one I woke up on April fifteenth. I was laying in his lap and he was stroking my hair. I was still horrified by the sight of Cal dead on the ground. Jack took my hand and held it, sensing my feelings. I looked up at him, at his crystal blue eyes, and smiled faintly. Then I looked down, and kept staring ahead into space.
"I wonder where they took his body." Jack said, trying to be amusing.
He succeeded; even though this wasn't really a time for humor, for some reason, I smiled.
"I don't know." I said, with a sigh. "This is all my fault. He died because of me." I said.
"Rose!" Jack said. He seemed hurt.
"What?"
Jack cupped my face in his hands and turned it to face him.
"Don't ever say that." He said.
"But it's true."
Jack tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead when I moved closer to his face, leaning on his shoulder.
"It is not. I don't ever want to hear that from you, okay?" He rested my head on his shoulder and held it there.
"If anything, it's my fault."
"Why would you say that?"
Jack stifled a laugh.
"Think about it." He turned my face to face his again and he kissed me deeply. When we pulled away, I wrapped my arms around his waist and he put his hand on my back.
"Love you." He said.
My love for him increased as I said "Love you too, Jack." and looked up and kissed him again.
We walked along the deck, hand-in-hand, fingers intertwined. It was sunset, and it was really pretty. Rumor was going around that we were getting close to America. I was excited, and I could tell Jack was too. We were always talking about settling in together, living somewhere in a cheap neighborhood because of Jack's money shortage. I didn't mind, though. I hope he'd marry me; I would not mind if I didn't have some expensive ring or some high-end wedding…Jack taught me I don't need all these expensive things. I just needed him-the man I love.
He took me to the tip of the ship, where all the lines and wires were and the steering wheel that was no longer in use. I smiled and squeezed his hand. I knew what he was doing.
Before he could tell me to, I stepped up on the wires and he held my waist. Putting his head on my shoulder and me spreading my arms out, he smiled and kissed my cheek.
"Do you feel like you're flying, sweetheart?"
"Of course." I said, and kissed him passionately.
It was silent for five seconds, then he started singing.
"Come Josephine
In my flying machine
Going up she goes
Up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes
There she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Come Josephine
In my flying machine
Going up
All on
Goodbye"
I kissed him again, that way he did for me the first time I 'flew'. When we pulled away I saw a blur of something familiar, something greenish blue or teal..I couldn't tell what color it was. When it dawned on me on what it was, I began to squeal.
"Jack!" I said, beaming excitedly.
"Jack! Land! Look!" I said, hopping off and pointing toward the Statue of Liberty.
"There she is," he said, tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. He laughed, hugged me and kissed me. I jumped into his arms and squeezed him tight, excited to finally be close to home.