THE DIARY OF MRS. TOMY RYAN
Time seemed to be frozen as I watched Rose kneeling over Jack. I could see a puddle of blood. Tommy had Cal held. Fabrizio had gone for an officer, or someone with authority. Roseís sobs could be heard lightly, and she was mumbling something to Jack. Cal was standing in disbelief. I guess he realized what could happen to him for killing a man. There were too many witnesses for him to buy off. He wouldnít be able to buy us off anyway.
Mr. Andrews came up and looked around. "What happened here?" he asked.
"Nothing," Cal said.
Roseís head snapped up, and I turned towards Mr. Andrews, trying to think of what to say. Words wouldnít come, though.
"I would hardly say nothing, Mr. Hockley. Jack looks as if he has been shot," Mr. Andrews replied.
Cal went to respond, and I was sure that he had a story all ready to tell. But Tommy kneed him in the back and all he did was grunt in pain.
"Cal shot Jack, Mr. Andrews. He was upset that I had told him that I was leaving him for Jack."
"Let me look at him, Rose. Is he dead?"
"IÖI donít know. He wonít respond to me."
Rose got up, and I saw that there was some blood on her dress. She looked scared, so I went over to her and put my arm around her shoulders. Mr. Andrews knelt by Jack and started to take his coat off. "Heís alive," he said. "Itís only a flesh wound. He was hit in the arm. They bleed a lot, but he isnít going to die. He is in shock, though."
We all seemed to breathe a little easier. Cal tried to get out of Tommyís grip. But Tommy had him held too tightly.
"Let me go, you filth. Heís not dead, and so you have no reason to hold me."
"No, Cal. Youíll still be held accountable for shooting him."
"Oh, yes. It will make all the headlines. I can see it already," Rose said. "Mr. Caledon Hockley shoots a man as Titanic sinks."
"It doesnít have to come to that, Rose."
"Come back to me, and Iím sure we can pay him enough to forget."
"You just donít understand, do you? I will never be your wife."
The stewards came up with the Master-at-Arms, and they talked quietly to Mr. Andrews. One was sent to fetch the shipís doctor. The Master-at-Arms came over to Cal and put handcuffs on him. They took him away and we waited for the doctor.
The doctor pronounced Jack fine, if a little shot-up. "I want this man on the next lifeboat."
"Iíll need to go with him," Rose said.
The doctor looked at her. "Are you his wife?"
"Not yet. We were planning on getting married after we docked."
"All right, then." He turned to the stewards. "Make sure this man and his bride-to-be get on the next boat."
The doctor left, and I looked at Rose. "Jack will be fine. And youíll get to go on the same boat." I tried to smile. I was happy for Rose and Jack, but I still wanted Tommy and I to be okay, too.
Rose came over and squeezed my hand. "You two will be all right. Iím sure. I can feel it."
A few minutes later, Tommy and I watched as they put Jack in a lifeboat. Rose climbed in after him. Fabrizio had helped carry Jack, and they let him stay on the lifeboat. I held Tommyís hand as they lowered the boat to the water. The drop was only about forty-five feet now. The Titanic was sinking, but it was sinking evenly. And it might even stay afloat well into morning. I wasnít worried, because whatever happened, I was going to have Tommy by my side.