Titanic (My Version, after the sinking)

Don't worry, in my version, Jack Dawson Lives. Rose DeWitt Bukater goes on the famous ship titanic, and falls in love with Jack Dawson. This is my Version....


2. Chapter 2

I woke up to sun shining through the windows of the new ship we were put on. Carpathia, I think it was called. Jack's arm's were still wrapped around my waist, soft snores escaping his lips. I remember last night after we were saved, I couldn't sleep. I was scared this ship would sink too. Jack had told me "Even if the ship did sink, there would be enough lifeboats for every passenger, and an extra" He told me more about himself to get my mind off of it. That, he wasn't really poor, he just won a poor ticket for the third class in a game of poker. My mother lived. But, I don't know if my father lived. We plan to move to Wisconsin, get married, settle down and have a couple kids. Jack would find a nice paying job, and I would become a housewife. I still had a decent amount of money, Its drying near my-Cal's coat, that I swore never to wear again. I heard Jack stir in his sleep, then stop fall asleep again. I decided I needed to get up and change into some day clothes. I glanced at the clock, 10:37 it read. I need to get up. I moved Jack's arms off of me. Moving from the small bed, I heard a small whimper escape from his lips, as he reached over to find me.

"Shh, I'm right here." I told him touching his hand.
"come back." He begged.
"We need to get up." I told him.
"Please." He begged once again.
"Jack, we need to get up." I argued. "It's already 10:37"
"Fine." He sighed. "I'm hungry anyway."
I laughed, "When are you not?"
"Good point."
I rushed off into the closet of dresses they offered me. Yellow, ew no. Bright pink, ugh, even worse. Red, nah not today. Ah, I thought to myself as I pulled out a Dusty blue dress day dress with slight pleating in the front. That's perfect. I pulled on my dress, slightly admiring my appearance with a smile. 
"Rose, are you ready?" Jack called.
"Yes." I answered. 
I spritzed on some perfume and walked out of the dressing room. As I walked out, Jack picked me up and hoisted me on his shoulder.
"Jack!, Jack!, put me down!!" 
"Not a chance, sunshine." 
"Well, I tried!" I spoke, laughing.
He carried me to the railing of the ship. We stayed there in silence, Jack's hands were on my waist and his chin on my shoulder. 
"Rose?" The person, I never wanted to hear from again, my mother. 


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