Jack hadn't got any clue to where he should start looking. He couldn't very well place an announcement in the newspaper – Diamond lost, please give it back or my friend will die – now could he?
Of course not…
Jack was sure that Cal meant what he said and that he couldn't be trusted.
After I've given him the diamond, if I should find him that is, he's bound to kill me.
Jack repeated this thought over and over. Caledon Hockley was no man to make business with a poor gutter rat like him, people like Jack he considered beneath him and that people could be betrayed and could be killed…even if it was against the law, because for Caledon Hockley, these people weren't even worth the dirt he was walking everyday with his shoes on.
As Jack was strolling down the street, he was thinking about what to do next.
What if somebody had followed him on Cal's orders?
Jack shook his head.
Not that he rejected that thought, he was sure that Cal distrusted him as much as he doubted him.
Of course Cal would send somebody after him.
But at that moment it wasn't important.
Fabrizio was. His life was what counted.
Jack stopped suddenly in front of a tobacconist, a newspaper having caught his eye. They were full of the Titanic disaster. This article especially interested him. It was about Rose. The picture didn't do her well, nothing could.
It was written that she was dead and greatly mourned by her family. Indeed Ruth had worn black, maybe she really missed her, but Hockley, Jack didn't think that he grieved for her at all.
'Bring me the diamond.'
Not a very likely reaction from someone, who had just lost his beloved fiancée.
At least that's what the article claimed. Jack quickly scanned through the rest. He didn't have any money to buy it and wanted to avoid the tobacconist.
"Want to buy it, Sir?"
It was seemingly not much use. Quickly Jack put the paper back down.
"No," he mumbled, before proceeding on.
Fabrizio had to be saved now.
Jack could hear the man raving something after him. Surely he wasn't the only one to read the stories without buying the newspaper and in fact he understood his anger. It mustn't be easy for him.
It wasn't for either one.
Only for people like Caledon Hockley…
Rose was dead and he had to accept that, but his friend was alive and he was depended on him. He had to do everything in his power to save him.
Now where should he start to look?
Let's suppose that the diamond indeed did survive the sinking…
Jack laughed slightly at that thought. A diamond couldn't survive anything, it was just a thing. A person could…
But at this moment he couldn't come up with any other word probably more fitting.
He reached into his pockets, realizing that everything would be question of money. Not very surprisingly he could only reach chump change.
"Can't be helped now," he mumbled to himself bumping into an elder man without noticing it.
The man was of upper class and didn't look pleased at all.
"Haven't you got any eyes, boy?" he scolded him.
"Sorry," Jack stammered.
Really he did have better things to do now than quarrelling with this guy, who seemed to be an elder version of Cal.
"You ruined by new jacket."
Jack knew that apologizing wouldn't help much. Mostly likely he would be summoned to pay for it and because both knew that he didn't have the money, he would be committed to some work for this man and then…he would be depended on him for god know how long.
Within seconds Jack decided that he had neither time nor any desire for it and made a few steps aside, before the man could even fully come to his senses.
Jack ended up running to the railway station.
There was much accommodation going on.
Just about a month ago the Titanic had sunk and here people were laughing with each other.
Didn't they know what had happened that night?
Jack felt sick and wanted to ask someone, if he had a heart at all. How could anybody ever be cheerful again, after what happened with the Titanic?
The shrill sound of a train was heard.
And then the scream of someone, the voice of a woman, momentarily startling Jack, who looked in the direction of the sound…
"Help someone, he stole my purse," she shouted clearly completely taken aback.
Jack followed her gaze and without thinking any further, he ran after the man, catching him at the next edge. The man let go of his haul.
"No, police…," he stammered running away before Jack could get him.
He picked up the small handbag, returning to the station.
When he got back the police was standing around the woman or better girl. She looked very much like Rose; well at least she had same fine clothes.
"Did you see his face?" one of the policemen asked her.
The girl shook her head, seemingly still in shock.
Jack pushed forward to her.
"What do you want?" someone growled beside him.
"I've got your purse, Miss," Jack told her.
Hopefully they wouldn't think that he had stolen it.
The girl obviously was glad that it was over, though.
"Oh look, aunt Lettice, indeed he has," the girl chocked out.
The aunt sneered.
Mostly likely she thought what Ruth was thinking the first time she saw him.
"Well…," one of the policemen cleared his throat.
That's it, now he's going to put you into jail and you'll never see Fabrizio again.
"Could you see what he looked like?" he finished his sentence.
Oh that.
Jack shook his head.
He didn't want to lie, but this boy, he was younger than himself and probably even more desperate, yes stealing wasn't right.
But was it alright to let people starve to death.
"I'm sorry, he was too quick," Jack told him.
The policeman only nodded, seemingly not having expected any other answer.
"Does this man he's going to get away with it now?" the woman, called Lettice asked.
"Precisely, yes, Madam…"
Jack was about to walk away, when he heard the girl call out again.
"Maybe he could accompany us to Boston, Aunt Lettice."
She received a dark look.
"I mean, because…"
Lettice looked Jack up and down.
"Ella, dear…"
"He gave it back, didn't he?"
Jack had no real intention to accompany them anywhere. He had no time for that.
So, if the diamond didn't sink with the ship, then where…
I've wasted too much time already.
"Would you like to come with us?"
Jack looked at the elder woman.
He didn't have much other choice right?
Wherever the diamond was, he needed money to find it. And he wouldn't get any without working.
"Yes," he told her surprised about himself the words seemed to be pouring out of his mouth without him even wanting it.
"Great," Lettice forced a smile, seemingly not very happy about his decision. "Well you can get our luggage."
Jack only nodded.
Now what had he gotten himself into?
Fabrizio was on his mind again, as was Rose as he followed Lettice, Ella and her governess Grace.