Written by Sarah
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Jack stuck his head out of a porthole, then
quickly stuck it back in.
"Oh, it's getting cold out," Jack
breathed, rubbing his hands together, then quickly stuck them in his pockets.
Then Rose came out, fully dressed.
"You look nice."
Then they heard the turning of a key.
"Miss Rose? Hello?" Lovejoy called.
Jack and Rose shared a look. Rose grabbed
Jack's hand and pulled him out of the sitting room. Rose tried to close the
door quietly, but didn't succeed.
"My drawings!" Jack gasped, but he
knew keeping Rose was more important. They silently left the suite.
Jack and Rose started walking calmly down the
hall, pleased with their getaway from Lovejoy, and Jack started laughing. Rose
did, too, until they spotted Lovejoy running out of the suite.
"Run!" Rose screamed. And they did,
with Jack's gray overcoat and Rose's fiery red curls billowing behind them.
Lovejoy was right on their heels. They ran as they turned a corner and rested
for a while, their pent-up laughter spilling out as they leaned on a doorframe.
"Pretty tough for a valet, this fellow.
He seems more like a cop," Jack said.
"I think he was," Rose replied.
Then they spotted Lovejoy staring at them
from a circular window on a pale green door. They ran as fast as ever, and they
stopped at the lifts. They backed the bewildered lift operator into a corner,
and Jack even helped the lift operator close the iron gates.
"Take us down! Quickly! Quickly!"
Rose said, as an exasperated Lovejoy collided with the gates. The frightened
man pulled the lever and it started to descend. Rose gave Lovejoy the finger,
and Jack guffawed.
"Bye-bye," Rose said, waving her
hand. The elevator stopped at the next floor, and Jack and Rose got out. They
saw Lovejoy climb the stairwell, and he once again began to chase them. Jack
and Rose banged into one of Baker Joughin's pastry carts.
"Sorry," Jack said, helping the man
pushing the cart pick up the pastries. Rose laughed.
They ran straight into a dead end with one
door marked crew only. They flung it open. Jack locked it as Lovejoy flung
against it on the other side. Jack and Rose were in a room with loud, noisy
fans.
"Now what?" Rose asked, her hands
covering her ears.
"What?" Jack yelled back.
They spotted a ladder, and Jack pulled Rose
down. They landed in a fiery room. It was the boiler room.
"Hey, what's all this? What are you
doing down here? You could get hurt!" said a burly stoker.
Jack and Rose paid him no mind, and ran
through the red and orange hellish glow, where black-faced stokers hurled coal
into machines. Rose's pale pink and lavender dress billowed behind her.
"Don't mind us. You're doing a great
job! Keep up the good work!" Jack said.
Rose smiled as they came to a steel door,
which led to the cargo hold, and they walked in.
The End.