Titanic Re-written

My name is Cal, Cal Hockley. You may know me as "the evil ex-fiancé" in the awfully told version of my life and the life of my "beautiful and oh-so-innocent" fiancée, Rose DeWitt Bukater.

The truth is, I was not the evil one, the man named Jack Dawson whom everybody loved and adored was. Allow me to start from the beginning.

It was a beautiful day on April 12th, 1912 when I went to the docks with my beautiful fiancée to board a magnificent ship called Titanic. It all started out as planned, Rose and I was to take the ship to America and start our married life there. I really loved Rose, but nobody, especially her, would believe me. They thought I "wanted to use Rose for my own gratification and did not love her." That's not true! I loved Rose, but I didn't know how to express my love in the proper manner.

Anyway, we get on the boat and everything's fine and dandy. I help her to load her suitcases --- what do women carry with them anyway? --- to her room. I was even courteous enough to help her set up those paintings she loved but I loathed. But without so much as a "thank you" she said something to the effects of, "the difference between your taste in art and mine is that I have some."

Now who's the unreasonable and rude one? I had made no comment to her at all. But that is all beside the point.

So she makes no sort of indication to me that anything is wrong or that she's upset and next thing you know, she was attempting suicide, and in steps Jack Dawson. He, of course, comes in and saves my fiancée's life, making me look like a doofus wearing a Halloween costume on Christmas Eve.

That's when I take up the name of the "evil fiancé who doesn't care about Rose" and people start to hate me. Everybody fails to notice that I had so nicely stepped away from the fact that according to what I rightfully saw, Jack could have been raping Rose, simply because Rose looked as if she didn't want me to refer to it. That's how much I loved her. Then, to take the role of the appreciative husband to a higher level, I invited Mr. Dawson to dinner with us.

Later on that night in Rose's bedroom, I presented her with a very large, and now quite famous diamond necklace. The Heart of the Ocean. I expected for Rose to be ecstatic. After all, who wouldn't be? Little did I know then.

After the dinner, I proceeded to my usual drinking and cigar smoking with fellow acquaintances as usual and left Rose to go to her room or to do her womanly gossip. I honestly thought that was what she liked to do, but I guess I was wrong, because next thing I knew, my friend reported loyally back to me that Rose was on Mr. Dawson's level, dancing away as if she forgot she had a fiancé.

Well, exactly what happened and how far Rose went with Mr. Dawson for the rest of the evening is beyond me. All I know is that after my friend reported the incident back to me; I was very upset since I loved her so much.

The next morning at breakfast, all my pent up tension just exploded, and I blew up. In my anger, I flipped our breakfast over and struck Rose across the face. I suppose it was at this point when I really took the role of the evil one. The truth is I never meant to hurt Rose, but upon hearing the news of her night party with Mr. Dawson, I grew so upset I lost all common sense.

To be truthful, the events that occurred after that went so quickly and in such a haze, I don't really know what happened. I suppose that Rose had a good talk with her mother, and an even better one with Jack because the next thing I knew, I opened up my safe and in there was a nude picture of my fiancée drawn my none other than Mr. Dawson. How could a man not be upset? She had announced her love to me but is now prancing around, stripping off her clothes for another man.

According to Lovejoy, the friend who reported the party incident to me, he found them in the room and quickly chased them, but lost track among the large ship. I don't have a way of being positive as to what happened after that, but I'm assuming the two surely had intercourse in one form or another. And so I wonder how it can be me that is the bad guy when Mr. Dawson is the one marching in my soon-to-be marriage and having sex with my soon-to-be wife! And Rose is no more innocent than Jack!

Well, then the ship, quite obviously, hit the iceberg. At the time I didn't know how bad the damage was so of course assumed it was a mere scrape along the side of the ship. No harm done. It was at this point when all my good sense flew out the window, and I asked Lovejoy to slip the diamond into Mr. Dawson's pocket.

Admittingly, what I did was wrong, and I framed him for a crime he did not commit, but at least I didn't sleep with his fiancée! Besides, he really did steal that jacket in order to sneak up above his level and flirt with Rose to bring her to bed with him. Or car anyway.

So, after knowing that her "love" is really a thief, Rose comes back into my loving arms as she should've been the whole time. Being a man, I should've known better than that. However, I still feel guilty to this day for handcuffing Mr. Dawson to the pipes. Had I known that the situation was so bad and that he might've drowned, I would've never done such a terrible thing. But I didn't and the past is that past.

Well, what happened after that is a blur I can't comprehend. Amongst the terror and icy cold, I managed to get into a lifeboat. Others criticized even saving my own life. They claimed I used that little girl as a way to escape the quickly sinking ship. Is it so wrong to cherish my life and attempt to preserve it? Might I also mention that if I had not taken that little girl, the hectic crowd probably would've pushed her off the boat anyway? Either that or not have had the common sense into the boat. So I actually saved her life!

And of course as we all know today, the boat sank and people died. Two years after, I committed suicide. How could I not? I lost everything and gained a horrible reputation.

So now I, Cal Hockley, come back to you in the form of a ghost asking for you to listen and try to understand my side of the Titanic.

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