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It took Rose almost an hour but she finally found out where Jack was, she found out Lovejoy had locked him down in the lower part of the ship and with the help of Thomas Andrews, she found out exactly how to get to Jack. As she maneuvered her way through the bitter, cold, icy waters of the Titanic, she could feel the bones under her skin becoming chilled. That waster was colder than she had expected and as she drifted herself into the room where Jack was handcuffed to a pole, she sighed with relief that she had finally found him.

"Rose!" Jack called out loudly with relief.

"Jack!" Rose yelled out as she swam over to him.

"They locked me up down here, Rose!" Jack said. "How'd you find me?"

Rose looked at Jack lovingly.

"I asked everyone if they knew where you were." Rose said lovingly. "I wasn't leaving this ship without you."

Jack stared at her with loving eyes. He had fallen in love with her earlier during the day, but at that moment, he was beginning to fall even deeper in love with her.

"Ok, Rose, we have to work on getting me out of these cuffs and out of this room, so we can get on deck." Jack said frantically.

Rose looked all around as if looking for something to get the handcuffs off with.

"Do you think there would be a key around here somewhere?" Rose asked as she continued to look left and right.

Jack shook his head quickly.

"No, that Lovejoy guy told me, he had the one and only key and that I'd die down here before anyone came and saved me." Jack said with disgust in his voice. "That guy is an asshole."

Rose looked at Jack briefly before grabbing an ax that was behind a glass windowed cabinet. Rose knew Lovejoy wasn't the problem, it was Cal. For the last couple of days, Rose had been finding Lovejoy quite comical and likeable. Rose swam over to Jack with the ax in her hand.

"Ok Jack, I'm going to have to cut the handcuffs in half." Rose said as she quickly began to raise the ax to lower it down on his hands.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa Rose!" Jack said frantically. "You know how to use that?"

Rose looked at him with nervousness and nodded hesitantly.

"I—I Know a little," Rose said. "Just slice down the middle, between your hands, and try not to hit your hands, fingers or wrists."

Jack stared at her with nervousness. She didn't exactly look like the type of girl who knew how to weld an ax and such, so he was worried whether he'd be able to keep his wrists, fingers and or hands, once she lowered that ax.

"You have to trust me, Jack." Rose said lovingly. "I love you, Jack, trust me, alright?"

Jack stared at her for a few minutes more and then nodded. Rose nodded and briefly smiled. She raised the ax and took in a deep breath, as Jack closed his eyes shut tight and frowned. Mentally, he was praying that she wouldn't miss, that it would be a perfect hit. Quickly, Rose lowered the ax down and split the handcuffs in half, right down the middle—without hitting Jack's wrists, fingers or hands. Quickly, Jack opened his eyes and looked down at his hands and wrists and fingers with a shocked smile. Rose laughed happily.

"I didn't miss!" Rose said happily.

Jack looked up at her with a smile and then laughed happily. He quickly hugged her tightly and she hugged him back.

"Oh great! You did terrific, Rose!" Jack said through happy laughter.

"I did!" Rose asked happily between laughter. "I did, didn't I!"

Jack released Rose from his hug and grabbed her hand and led her out the room.

"Come on, Rose, we have to find a boat to get on and get off this ship fast." Jack said frantically, as he quickly led her out of the room.

Rose nodded and held his hand firmer. As he was leading her out the room, thoughts began to come to his mind, such as what really had Cal done to make Rose hate him so much? Every time he would ask her about how Cal was and what would make her want to leave him, she would never answer him, or she would give an indirect answer, or she would skip the subject. It was starting to make Jack wonder whether Rose was the one who was the villain of her and Cal's relationship and Cal was the victim. However, Jack was in love with Rose now, so he had to believe her, he wanted to believe what Rose was saying about Cal being abusive and controlling, he wanted to believe her because he was in love with her—but there was always that—doubt. However, Jack remembered when he ran into Cal, on the deck, on the morning after he saw Cal and Rose at the party in third class:

~ Flashback ~

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jack said, as he bumped into Cal, on the deck of Titanic.

Cal scoffed and laughed briefly.

"Its fine," Cal said as his smile quickly faded, as he realized who Jack really was—the Jack Dawson from his dream, or nightmare, so to speak.

"Um, Cal is it?" Jack said with an eyebrow raised and a brief smirk. "That—Lovejoy guy told me."

Cal looked down and laughed.

"Yes, yes it is." Cal said with a smirk. "So, you're in third class, how do you um—like it?"

Cal was trying to strike up a conversation with Jack, in an effort of trying to be more 'nicer' to those who were of a lesser caliber than him, for Rose's sake.

Jack nodded with a smile.

"I am, its nice, hardly any rats. I'm guessing you're in first class." Jack joked with a smile. "Must be nice, pretty—chic."

Cal laughed and shook his head.

"Well, yes it is." Cal said.

"I caught your moves on the dance floor last night, down in third class." Jack said, smiling. "I'm surprised, for a first class gentleman, you can sure cut a rug."

Cal looked at Jack with surprise and smiled proudly.

"Really? I wasn't too—bad out there?" Cal asked.

Before Jack could answer, Cal shrugged and sighed briefly.

"I just watched Rose and everyone else." Cal said. "However, it was pretty fun, and thank GOODNESS, it wasn't easy, I hate easy challenges."

Jack laughed and nodded.

"Well those Irish jig dances are certainly never easy, that's for sure." Jack said with a smile.

Cal looked at Jack for a moment and then looked away. Cal couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he wanted to see just how far his 'niceness' could stretch, with those who weren't of his caliber.

"Um, I was on my way down to the bar here on Titanic, to get a drink or two, you want to come with?" Cal asked with a shrug.

Jack looked at Cal with surprise and Cal laughed briefly.

"I'm supposed to be meeting with Rose later and—and for some reason, I'm sure I'm going to need a drink or two to get me mentally and emotionally equipped to being around her today." Cal said with a laugh from Jack.

"You actually want to be around me?" Jack asked. "Some third class guy?"

Cal looked away from Jack and thought for a moment. How WOULD it look, for him to be palling around with some third class poor guy named Jack? However, they would be in the bar area, the dark bar area, so its not like it would be light enough for anyone to see them, and most of the first class passengers hardly ever hung around in the bar area of Titanic, and besides, Cal was now curious about just how nice he could be to those who he considered to be beneath him, and if he told Rose about how he hung out with some kid in third class, maybe she might be super impressed and proud of him and win some points with her? So Cal thought, "what the hell?"

Cal shrugged and smiled his usual 'Cal arrogant smile' briefly.

"Sure, why not?" Cal asked as he began to walk away. "Come on, I can tell you about how life is on Titanic for us first class royal passengers and you can tell me stories of poor, third class life."

Jack laughed and shook his head, as he walked away, following Cal.

~ End of Flashback ~

As Jack and Rose swam through the bitter, cold, icy waters of Titanic, trying to get to the deck of the ship, they both realized they would have a fight on their hands, trying to get off of Titanic safely, trying to survive….however they didn't realize what horrible fate awaited them—at least one of them anyway.