Thomas and Jack both make their way back down through the ship's corridors, to Thomas' first-class stateroom, where he shares part of the room with Rose and Mr. Hockley, with each having their own lavish private rooms. He soon makes his way to his own private room, while Jack takes in the magnificence of the room. He sets his drawing utensils and sketchpad down on a nearby table, as then continually takes in the beauty of the room.
"Will this light do? Don't we all need good lighting?" Thomas asks, as if from a distance, as the walls muffle his voice between him and Jack. Jack puts on his best mock French accent.
"'Zat' is true. I am not used to working in such 'orrible' conditons." Thomas giggles, as Jack runs a finger over the fireplace mantle. He then sees the paintings that were neatly stacked on a table. He crouches besides one of the paintings.
"Monet," Jack runs a caressing finger over the canvas, as if trying to recreate the painting with his fingers. Thomas peers his head in, eyebrow raised.
"You know him?"
"Know him? Isn't he great...the use of colors?" Jack runs his fingers over the painting once more. Meanwhile Thomas goes into Cal's room, where he walks into the adjoining walk-in closet, and walks up to a green safe perched atop a dresser. Jack sees him as he begins to work out the combination to the safe. Jack enters the room, and slowly walks behind Thomas.
"Cal insists on carting around this hideous thing." Thomas says, as the safe made a loud "CLUNK!"
"Should I be expecting him anytime soon?" Jack asks, with a hint of worry, as Thomas pulls out a box out of the safe.
"I don't think so. Not as long as the cigars and brandies hold out." He turns around, and their eyes meet. Thomas slowly opens the box, and slowly pulls out the necklace, then holds it out to Jack, who then takes it, even more nervously now. He hasn't worn the thing since the first night it was given to him. It had felt very heavy and cold against his neck, but in his hand, it was even more heavy.
Theme song: The Portrait-James Horner
"What is it? A sapphire?" Jack looks at the thing with astonishment.
"A diamond...a very rare diamond." Jack continues to gaze at it. Thomas soon let out a deep breath, more of a nervous breath.
"I want you to draw me, like those French girls in your book, but as the guy I am." he says, then holds up the Heart of the Ocean. "Wearing only this." Jack looks up at Thomas, surprised. Thomas walks back into his room, then looks at himself in the mirror, as he was tired of complying with his sister and Mr. Hockley, as he wanted to do something different. Tonight, he was going to let loose, as he ruffled his hair, and changed into that soft kimono that was given to him, and puts on the heavy necklace. Meanwhile, Jack gets out the chaise lounge, and sets it in front of the chair he will be sitting in, and soon gets his supplies ready, then sharpens his pencils, before opening his sketchbook. Jack looks up, just as Thomas appeared from his room, in his kimono outfit, and pants.
"The last thing I need is someone drawing me as some sort of a doll." He hands Jack a dime. "I expect what I want. As a paying customer."
With a beating heart, he backs away, then slowly drops his robe, letting it fall to the floor like a feather, revealing a lightly muscled chest and stomach. Jack was very nervous, as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, then nervously points to the chair, as Thomas lowers himself in the chaise lounge that Jack had set up earlier.
"Uh-uh...put your arms up, like this..." Jack tries to control his movements, as he was very nervous. He motions Thomas on how pose. "Bend your leg like that...yeah." He swallows, then continued. "And lower your head. That's it...Eyes to me.." Jack peers over his book, then gets his pencil, before dropping it, as he was shaking uncontrollably now. He nervously laughs, as he gets his pencil, then adjusts himself in the chair, before finally getting to work.
"I believe you are blushing, Monsieur Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing like this." Thomas says, as Jack smiled lightly, and notices his cheeks were becoming red. Jack begins to sweat, and with his heart pounding even more he begins his drawing, first starting with the rough outlines of Thomas, then he slowly fills in the details as he rubs charcoal into his paper. His eyes are intense, as he looks over the edge of the sketchpad, as Thomas couldn't help but be a little silly.
"So serious." he says, making Jack smile even more.
"Please, no more movement." Jack says, as he peers over his sketchbook, continually sketching, his facial features becoming even more intense, as the details of the drawing began to pop with life, with each stroke of the pencil and charcoal filling the details of Thomas' torso and his heavy jewel around his delicate neck.
"Sorry." Thomas says, as he shifted a little in the lounge, and licks his lips.
Despite his intense nervousness, he moves with surety over his paper, filling in strokes that would be forever be in Jack's sketchbook, for all of time.
He finally dates the drawing: April 14th, 1912 followed by his initials, while Thomas looks over his shoulder, then Jack blows the remaining charcoal off the paper, before closing it. He hands the sketchpad to Thomas, and they lock lips together once more.
Thomas makes his way back to Cal's room, after changing out of the kimono and into his regular clothes. He scribbles something on the Titanic's stationary, before placing Jack's sketchpad with the drawing, the note, and the necklace back into the safe. He closes the door, then spins the combination, before leaving once more.
In the First class smoking room, Cal engages in yet another pointless political talk, as Lovejoy enters the room. Cal sees him, then gets up, as Lovejoy makes his way across the room.
"None of the stewards nor his own valet have seen Thomas." Lovejoy says, as Cal slowly balls his fists again. He spoke in a low but forceful voice.
"This is ridiculous, Lovejoy. We're on a ship for God's sake! Find him!" Cal seethed.
"Yes, sir." Lovejoy obeyed, as he tugged at his jacket, then leaves the smoking room.
Titanic makes her way across the eerily still and calm sea, under a moonless night, as she steams at a healthy 24 knots. Her lights blaze brightly over the dark sea, reflecting it through the surface, against a starlit canvas. Her knifelike bow cuts through the still sea, making splashes alongside the graceful ship. Up in the bridge, Captain Smith peers out to the continuing blackness, as Hitchens steers the ship straight. Lightoller also looks out the continuous blackness as the ship steams through the North Atlantic.
"I don't think I have ever seen such a flat calm, in my 24 years at sea." Lightoller says, as Smith stirs his lemon in his tea, and nods in agreement.
"Yes. Like a mill pond. Not a breath of wind to be felt. Well, I'm off. Maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller."
"Aye, aye, sir." Lightoller says, as the captain makes his way to his cabin. Before Smith entered his cabin, he turned around.
"Oh, and wake me of course, if anything becomes in the slightest degree doubtful." With that, he was gone, as the door closes.
Back in the stateroom Jack was laying on Thomas' lap, as he played with Jack's hair, while he admired the ceiling above them. Suddenly they both sat up, upon hearing the key entering the lock. Before Thomas could react to what was happening Jack grabbed Thomas' hand and waltz him into the next room. The lock turns, and Lovejoy enters the seemingly empty room. Thomas gently but quickly shoves Jack into another room, just as Jack says, "My drawings!" Thomas bit his lower lip, as he tried to gently close the door, but the lock had snapped, attracting Lovejoy's attention to the sound. He followed where the sound appeared to come, and entered there. With a hand in his jacket pocket Lovejoy entered inside, but that room had nobody in there once more. Meanwhile Thomas and Jack were already in the corridors, with Thomas leading the way to the B deck foyer. They were already halfway to the foyer when Lovejoy exited out of the room. He then sees Thomas and Jack, just as they both turned back once more.
Theme song: Rakish Paddy (the winning ticket)
"Run!" Thomas yells, as they both playfully run to the elevators, as they surprised a few gentlemen and ladies along the way. They soon make it to the Grand Staircase, as Thomas tries to stop but he kept sliding on the slippery floor, and almost nearly falling backward, while Jack held his hand so he wouldn't fall backward. They make it to an elevator, as the operators were completely shocked. Thomas shoves Jack inside, then he grabs the bars of the gates closed.
"Take us down!" Jack pants, as the confused operator is told what to do. Lovejoy soon arrives, just as the elevators begin their descent to the lower decks. He slams his hand at the bars of the gates, just as Thomas breaks completely from his gentleman-like and makes a rude gesture, which makes Jack stifle a laugh, and looks at Thomas even more. The operator looks at Thomas, as he was shocked, as he brushed his hair from his eyes. Lovejoy makes his way down the flight of stairs, until he finally ends up in F deck foyer. He rounds the corner, just as the elevator begins its ascent back to the upper decks. He then scans the foyer around him, as Thomas and Jack rounds another corridor, after Thomas purposefully runs into a man pushing a cart full of dishes, and scatters everything in the process.
"Keep going, I got it." the man says, as they both laugh on. Soon, Lovejoy enters the corridor, as Jack and Thomas hid in one of the corridors, watching him through the tiny glass in the door. Soon Lovejoy sees them through the glass, and chases after the couple once more, through the corridors, as Jack rounds a blind corner, past a third class passenger smoking in the hall. There was one door, and Thomas opens, shoving Jack inside and closing it, then finally deadlocking it. Lovejoy soon runs to the door, only it had locked moments before he arrived, and slams his hand to the door.
Inside the roaring fan room, Thomas and Jack look at each other, as Thomas looks down into the steaming ladder in front of him, while Jack held his hands to his ears.
"Now what!?" yelled Jack, over the noises. Thomas looks down once more, as he had one hand covering his ear.
"We go down!" Thomas points down, then leads the way, and Jack followed.
They made their way into a boiler room, amongst the men pushing a wheelbarrow full of coal. Others were shoveling coal into the roaring furnaces, as it powered the steaming behemoth they were all in. The place was hot, as Jack and Thomas looked around, with awe. Suddenly a man walked up to them.
"What are you two doing down here? You shouldn't be down here...it could be dangerous! Oy!" Jack grabs Thomas' shirt collar, who was still smiling, as they made the boiler rooms into a sort of a playground, running amongst the still amazed and surprised men working the hot furnaces. Soon Thomas runs backwards, as Jack watches the playful Thomas with awe. He claps his hands, then points to the men, as if congratulating them.
"Don't mind us...You're doing a great job." Thomas says, then he swung back around, nearly tripping over a pile of coal, and almost running into a man pushing a wheelbarrow full of coal, that he was going to dump into the pile. Jack pulls Thomas in time, as they continued to run past the stokers and trimmers of the ship. They stopped near a watertight bulkhead, out of sight of the workers, in their silhouette figures behind glowing flames from the furnaces. With the roar of the furnaces behind them, Jack takes the beautiful sight of Thomas, panting, and sweat glistening his face and neck. He pushes Thomas' matted hair and goes in for a passionate kiss, and are soon lost into the passionate, steamy darkness, kissing away their cares, while Jack pushes Thomas into the bulkhead, as they both kissed with even deep passion than before, and Jack unbuttons his shirt, putting his hands on Thomas' firm chest.
Soon they arrive into the cargo hold, as Jack began to shiver from the cold, but somehow Thomas, as thin as he was, managed to brave the cold, as they walked among the various crates and stacked boxes in the barely lit cargo hold. They arrived to a burgundy colored Renault touring car, as Thomas sweeps his hand along the lines of the car, before Jack could clear his throat. Thomas walks up to the door, and opens it.
"After you." Thomas says, gesturing Jack to enter, then closing the door, then he makes his way to the driver's seat. He playfully honks the horn.
"Where to, Monsieur?" Thomas asks, turning his head. Jack tried to fumble with the window. Eventually he got it open, then says.
"To the stars." Jack whispered as combed Thomas' hair over his ear, then drags him effortlessly into the back seat, through the opening. They soon join each other in the back seat, as Thomas adjusts himself in the leather interior. They passionately kiss once more, as Jack caresses Thomas' cheek, cherishing every moment they had together.