Cynthia's mouth was a bit agape looking at the both of them, especially Jack.

Jack's here? In first class next to Rose? How the heck did that happen?

"Cynthia," Rose said, with a hint of surprise in her voice as she looked back from Cynthia to Jack. "This is-

"Jack."

The words fell out of Cynthia's mouth without even meaning to. She blinked as she looked at Rose, trying to gather her thoughts a bit.

Rose stared at her, clearly in her mind she started to put the pieces together, and by the end, she reached her conclusion.

"I see you two have already met."

"I thought you were third class," Jack says all of a sudden, looking a bit flabbergasted.

Cynthia felt a bit herself die inside, "Yeah, sorry about that, I was gonna tell you."

Jack nodded, smiling at her, and Cynthia's eyes kept going back between the two of them.

"I'm more surprised about you two, like seriously, how did you too meet."

Rose seemed to wince at the question as she looked at Jack, who was looking at her rather sheepishly as if the two of them were just communicating with their eyes.

"Oh, Propellers," Both Jack and Rose said at the same time,

"I was looking over and I slipped…" Rose started.

"Happened to be nearby…." Jack Finished, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh my god, you ok?" Cynthia asked, gently taking Rose's hand a bit. Rose stares at her, in disbelief as she looks over at Jack who is giving her a look.

"I'm.. fine, It's alright…" She said, trying to sound sure of herself as Cynthia eventually let go. Rose smiled at her, and it was enough for Cynthia to relax a bit.

"So how did you two meet then?" Rose asked, looking from Cynthia to Jack.

"Down in Third Class," Cynthia answered, trying to smile.

"What were you doing down there?" Rose asked.

"According to her, 'checking the routes to get to the lifeboats," Jack said.

"Hey, you never know where you might be if something bad happened."

Cynthia then turned her head back to Rose.

"So, how did you end up nearly falling off, the seas aren't that rigged," Cynthia asked Rose.

"Oh, I was just… leaning over the railing and trying to see the propellers," Rose said quickly, fiddling with her fingers as she did.

Cynthia stared at her for a moment, before without really thinking of what she was saying in a manner of speaking sort of way:

"Rose, There's no way for you to see the propellers when we're out sea. The only way for you to be able to see them was if the ship was beached or if the ship was sinking."

Sinking, she thought once she finished, which is exactly what's gonna happen in about 48 hours.

Cynthia's eyes widened at her own thoughts, finally realising what she just said as she looked at Rose who looked a bit confused.

"Really?"

"Well, yes," Cynthia said, Oh, no what am I getting into, "If the ship happened to be sinking, then that's probably the best time you're gonna see the propellers."

"How?"

Oh boy.

"Well…" Cynthia looked around a bit for something, just as she was one of the stewards came passing by with a tray of drinks and napkins which Cynthia quickly went over and grabbed a napkin.

"Thanks," She said quickly, and rushed back to the others, folding the napkin in half.

"So, imagine this is the ship," Cynthia says holding out the napkin in front of him.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

She never thought she would be explaining the sinking of the Titanic, before the sinking of the Titanic.

"Now, let's say something happens… like we hit an iceberg, they're pretty common at this time of year.

Oh my god, I'm going to hell, she thought. It felt strange almost like something was turning a bit in her stomach, like some joke that only she could understand.

"So water comes in from the front and begins to drag the ship down by the head," Cynthia continued, tilting the napkin as she did so.

"So as the bow is going down, the stern rises up, which in turn means the propellers would start to rise out from the water."

Cynthia looks up from the knapkin and both Rose and Jack were just staring at her tentatively, and now she was beginning to wonder, Oh god I've rambled too much.

And suddenly, for the first time in a little bit, the image of Rachel, Natalie and B's words from that day came back to her:

"Oh my great-grandmother was on the Titanic, oh did you know that she was on lifeboat 52? Like she really thinks she's above us with all that knowledge like we're so stupid. Like it's not all about you!"

"Sorry, it's really boring stuff, It's fine," Cynthia finds herself saying, fumbling a bit with the napkin.

"No, no, it's really fascinating."

She then smiled.

"I didn't know you knew so much about the ship."

"Good to know you're knowledgeable about ship" Jack adds, "You look really happy talking about it."

And with both of their voices, there was no sense of mockery or belittlement, or anything that made it sound like Cynthia was something of a stuck-up.

She just stared at them, almost in awe like she had just met them once again. Cynthia's cheeks began to redden as her gaze on them softened. And then she smiled, genuine, warm and loving.

She had finally found them after all.

Whilst the three of them got to chatting a bit more, elsewhere on the ship, in the dining saloon, White Star Line Chairmen J. Bruce Ismay and Captain Smith were currently having tea together.

"So you've not yet lit the last four boilers?" Ismay asked.

"No, I don't see the need. We are making excellent time," Smith answered, taking a sip from his tea.

"I think it would be wise during this maiden voyage that there be a speed test done, that is of course if we have time."

Smith seemed to think about it, "I'll have to consider it with the crew, there's just a slot of circumstances at this time of year, best to play it safe."

"Of course," Ismay said, "Now with the coal strikes finished, we should very much be back in business."

"Indeed."

"So what else did you do?"

By now, Cynthia, Jack and Rose had been well engulfed into their conversation. They had been chatting for a little while now, but Cynthia had completely lost track of how long, before she had taken a few photos with the three of them together and now here they were, arms resting on the ship railing as Jack was telling stories of his life on the streets.

"Well after that, I worked on a squid boat in Monterey, then I went to Los Angeles and worked on a pier at Sana Monica doing portraits for 10c a piece."

"Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it." Rose said, flicking her arm out to the sea as she did. Cynthia saw her eyes turning back to Jack as she continued:

"Say we'll go there, some time to that pier, even if we only ever just talk about it."

"No, we'll do it," Jack said, smiling, "We'll drink cheap beer, we'll ride on the rollercoasters till we throw up."

Rose let out a laugh from this, and Cynthia chuckled.

"And we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf. Now you have to do it like a real cowboy, none of that sidesaddle stuff."

"You mean, one leg on each side."

"Yeah."

"Oh yeah that's easy," Cynthia added in.

Rose looked at her gently and then back to Jack.

"Can you show me?"

"Sure if you like."

Cynthia began to imagine it a bit, the three of them riding horses on a beach like one of the ones that were near her hometown. It seemed so clear in her mind and she smiled at the thought of them all together, not on this ship.

"Teach me to ride like a man," Rose said rather enthusiastically.

"And chew tobacco like a man," Jack said in a Southern American accent.

Cynthia found herself chuckling at this.

"And… spit like a man!" Rose said, trying to match Jack's accent while laughing.

"What? They didn't teach you that in finishing school?"

"No?" Rose chuckled.

"Well come on, I'll show you."

Huh?

Cynthia then watched as Jack moved around, grabbing Rose's hand and began to gently drag her along the promenade deck, much to Rose's detest as Cynthia quickly followed along laughing.

"Jack, no, Wait Jack! I couldn't possibly Jack!"

Cynthia stood next to Rose as the two of them Jack.

"Watch closely," Jack says, as he leans back, making some kind on noises in his mouth as he shoots out, a large splat of his spitshot from his mouth and out to the sea.

Cynthia stares down at the ocean, looking as impressed as she did. Rose, however, was not.

"That's disgusting."

"Alright, you're turn," Jack said turning to Rose, smiling.

Rose looked around a bit before she let out a spit, which only went just in front of her.

"That was pitiful," Jack said.

"More like spitiful," Cynthia joked. She looked over at Rose who seemed to be holding in her laughter, while Jack was chuckling.

"That was a terrible joke," Jack said, chuckling.

"Then why are you both laughing?" Cynthia asked, by this point just laughing at their reactions.

"I would like to see you do any better," Rose said trying to stifle her laughter.

"Alright then," Cynthia said, looking Rose straight in the eyes again before looking back out to the ocean. In her mouth, she tried to gather as much saliva as she could. It felt very surreal as she did, she hadn't done anything like this since she was a kid, maybe 5 years old.

She leaned back a bit, once she got all of her saliva in her mouth to the back of her mouth.

And then.

She shot it out, launching herself forward as she did.

It didn't go nearly as far as Jack's had, but at least a bit more than Rose's.

"Not bad," Jack said and Cynthia, "Come on, you gotta hawk your back, you know, get some body to it,"

He then leans back a bit, making some kind of noise.

"Like…hrhrhl… hark you're neck….hllhlr"

He then shot out, once again going a long distance.

"See the range on that thing?' Jack said to Rose,

"Hmm," She nodded, trying to gather some spit.

Cynthia was smiling, watching Rose as she was about to let out her spit when her eyes froze, and she quite quickly stopped smiling.

Coming up along the deck was none other than Ruth, and next to her was Molly Brown and the Countess of Rothes.

Oh no, She thought, this is not a good look, Cynthia thought as she could see the countess of Rothes pointing them to Ruth.

Cynthia then looked over at Rose, and then back to Ruth, but she didn't seem to notice the absolute terror that was approaching them and began to gently nudge at Rose with her elbow.

Rose ignored her as she hawked her head back and then shot her spit out, which was much better than her previous attempt.

"That was better," Jack started to say as Ruth and her entourage slowly came to a stop at the sight of them, "You really gotta give some body, you know like hhghghghgr"

Jack started to gargle a bit and by this point, Rose looked over at Cynthia who then motioned with her eyes to her mother, who then quickly jabbed Jack with her elbow. He gargled a bit before he stopped, turning and spinning around to the other women.

Ruth looked like she was trying to hide her disgust, while Molly looked a bit suprised, and the countress seemed to have a mixture of both expressions on her face.

Cynthia was trying to hide her smile at these circumstances as Jack let out a gulp.

This is not how you wanna meet the inlaws, she found herself thinking.

"Mother!" Rose's voice cracked, trying to smile also as she stepped away from Jack a bit, "May I introduce Jack Dawson."

Ruth looked over from Rose to Jack, a thin line on her face, "Charmed I'm sure."

Cynthia gave a toothy grin as she looked over at Molly, who motioned her mouth to Jack, who she realised still had some spit on his mouth, which he quickly tried to rub a bit. Cynthia then went into her pocket and pulled out her handkerchief and handed it to him. Jack looked at her, his eyes said it all: "Thanks," before he used it to wipe his mouth. A few seconds later, he handed it back to her.

It was here that Rose began to discuss how Jack had apparently saved his life last night, and while she was talking, Cynthia couldn't help but notice the way that Ruth was looking at Jack, it was something like how she had looked at Cynthia the other night, that look of perceiving a threat, a snake watching a mouse.

"Well Jack, seems like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot," Molly said, nodding approvingly at Jack, and he smiled, finally something was breaking the tension.

But before anyone could say anymore, the sound of the bulger began to play out down the promenade. It was enough that it stopped everyone, and they all knew what it meant; it was time to get ready for dinner.

"Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?" Molly asked annoyed, Rose let out a chuckle and Cynthia smiled.

"Shall we go get dressed mother?" Rose said, Her mother nodded, and Cynthia realised it was their time to go and quickly followed along with Rose, her mother and the Countess.

As they were leaving, Rose turned to Jack, "See you at dinner, Jack."

They began to walk down the promenade and Cynthia turned back and saw Jack gently waving goodbye to them and she smiled at him before turning back to Rose.

"Wait, is Jack coming to dinner with us tonight."

"Hmm," Rose hummed.

"Sweet," Cynthia said enthusiastically.

Ruth eyed over at Cynthia, much in the way she had been looking at Jack before, "They won't let him in wearing that."

"Oh stop it, mother," Rose said earnestly. Cynthia didn't really know what she was thinking, but Ruth's tone was enough for her, and so she said, smirking to herself, "Are you worried that there's actually gonna be life at dinner tonight?" She then looked directly at Ruth.

Rose let out a giggle, trying to hide it with one hand as Ruth's eyes looked like she was caught in headlights. Cynthia then said rather nonchalantly: "Oh course, there's always some life when you're around Ruth, don't worry, you do bring it."

Ruth said nothing, as Cynthia and Rose then went ahead,

"I can't believe you said that to her," Rose said, stifling her laughter a bit.

"I mean it, besides you and me, it's about time someone brought something to dinner."

Cynthia could see the faintness of red on Rose's face as the two laughed.

Their joy and laughter however did nothing to bring a smile to Ruth's face, who watched the joyous couple rather coldly. Like a snake watching mice, like an insect which needs to be squashed immediately.