THE DIARY OF MRS. TOMY RYAN
I ran up the deck, following Rose. She and Jack met at the bottom of the stairs, and they were lost in an embrace. I ran up the stairs, looking for Tommy. He had stopped by the clock, and I ran up into his arms. I knew he would be upset with me, but I still felt that if I had left he would have died. Why, I donít know. He pulled away and took my hands. "Katie, what have you done?"
"I have to be with you."
"I would have gotten on another boat."
"Then thatís the one I want to be on."
Jack and Rose had finally separated, and we walked down to them. "What now?" Tommy asked.
"We go and find Fabrizio."
We started down towards the lower decks. I couldnít help but feel that I was where I was suppose to be. I looked over at Rose, and she was smiling. I smiled back; her smile of pure happiness was contagious. We came to one of the gates that separated third class from the others. It was open. I remembered how they were all suppose to be locked, and that they only brought handfuls of third class passengers up. I had changed history. I just wasnít sure how. And the Californian--they had not come to the rescue before. The telegram I had sent must have worked.
We walked through to the common area. There were still hundreds of people down there! I heard bits and pieces of conversations. It seemed like some of them didnít want to go! They wanted to stay down there, trusting that they would be all right. Or some of them even thought that God wanted them to stay down there! We looked around for Fabrizio.
Tommy saw him first, over by the blonde girl he had been dancing with every night. Tommy pointed him out to Jack. "Fabrizio!" Jack yelled, dropping Roseís hand to run up and hug his best friend.
After they had hugged, they separated and we went over and joined them. "We can go up and get in a boat. There is another ship out there, waiting."
"Okay, Jack. Give me minute to try to tell her."
As Fabrizio talked to the girl, I looked around at all the people. There were so many, sitting, kneeling, and most were praying. There were stewards, trying to talk to a few scattered families. They seemed frustrated that people would not get up and follow them up on deck. I felt like screaming at some of them, but I realized that it wouldnít matter.
Fabrizio turned around, and we started to walk back up to the boat deck. I was hoping that we could all get in a boat together. I was not going to get in a boat without Tommy. I knew Rose felt the same about Jack. As we climbed up the staircase, a loud noise seemed to roll throughout the whole ship, and all at once the boat seemed to settle farther into the water. We all fell, as the ship was continuing to shudder. It felt like an earthquake. After it stopped, we stood back up. "Everyone okay?"
I looked and saw that everyone nodded. We all looked scared. "I think the water has completely filled the boiler rooms," I said.
"Letís hurry," Rose said, and I agreed with her. I didnít want to stay down here any longer.
We ran up the last remaining stairs, and then out onto the boat deck. We came out on the side for first class passengers. I stopped and grabbed Roseís arm from behind. "I can see Cal putting your mother into a boat. Letís go back and get on a boat on the other side."
She nodded. We turned around and ran across to the other side, and stood there, waiting for a boat. Something told me to look back, and I saw Cal coming through the door we had just exited. He was looking for us. I pushed Rose, who was in front of me, farther into the crowd. Tommy and I stood right behind them, and I was hoping that Cal wouldnít see any of us. I looked back out of the corner of my eye to see where exactly he was. He was heading straight towards us! I turned back and was reaching my arm up to tell Rose when I felt someone grab my arm.
Cal had seen me. He looked at me for only a second before moving me out of his way and grabbing Rose. He spun her around and just looked at her. Jack turned and started for Cal, like he was going to finish him. Cal pulled out a gun, and all I could do was look at it.
"You want to be with him?" Cal asked, pointing the gun at Jack.
Rose was too stunned to say anything. At the sight of the gun, several of the people who had been waiting to get in the boats scattered. It seemed like only a few seconds, and then we were the only people around. Jack was held in place by the gun; the rest of us were spread out in a circle in front of Cal. I felt frozen in place. I couldnít move.
"You want to be with him?" Cal asked again, the gun never wavering.
"Yes," Rose said, but very faintly. "Yes." Again, louder. "Yes, I do."
Cal looked at Jack, as if he was trying to see Jack the way Rose did. Then a look of absolute hatred crossed his face. I no longer felt like I couldnít move. I jumped forward, just as Cal pulled the trigger. I knocked his hand and the gun went flying. I turned and look at Jack. He had fallen over, and Rose was kneeling in front of him. I had moved too late! Jack had been shot.