Christian's POV
When I came to, I found myself floating on a door in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, surrounded by screaming people, and unbelievably cold.
"What am I doing in the ocean?" I murmured bemusedly.
"You don't remember the Titanic sinking?" a voice somewhere to my left asked. It sounded incredulous.
"Of course not," I started to say, before everything came rushing back in a blinding flash, images and sounds running together in my head, the quality grainy like a camera reel.
Jack and I, tackling Lovejoy to the ground and wrestling the gun away from him.
A mad dash through the Titanic, searching for a way out.
Pushing and shoving our way through throngs of terrified people.
Holding onto the rail of the Titanic as it rose out of the water and came crashing down.
Hitting the water and feeling the shock of the bone-achingly cold water before unconsciousness claimed me.
"I remember," I said suddenly, rolling over on the small door and facing Jack. He was curled up next to Rose on a door only slightly bigger than mine, the two of them huddled close together for the meager warmth. Rose appeared to be sleeping, a thin layer of ice coating her eyelids.
Jack looked immensely relieved. "That's good." He smiled at me, trying to hide his worry.
"I'm sure we'll get out of this okay…surely the boats will come back. Satine will make them come back." I tried to sound sure of myself, but my voice came out timid and uncertain, and Jack looked unconvinced.
"I hope so," was his reply. I rolled onto my back, turning away from him, and stared up at the starry sky.
Come back to me, Satine. Please.
Rose’s POV
I was cold. So mind-numbingly cold that it hurt to move, to breathe, and to think. But I had to move. I had to say something to find Jack. Because without him, I couldn't imagine getting out of this tragedy.
I didn't realize that I wasn't in water, that Jack was by my side, and that we were huddled together on a floating door.
"Jack!" I croaked out, my voice dry, raspy, and panicked. "Jack!" I tried again, my voice stronger this time. "Jack!"
"Shh…I'm right here, Rose. I'm right by your side, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon." I felt his hand rub soothing circles on my back, felt his lips kiss away the ice coating my eyelids. I smiled painfully at him, hating the stabbing cold.
"Will we be leaving soon? Will the boats come back?" I asked, opening my eyes and trying not to see the crowds of thrashing people, or the silent, unmoving bodies that surrounded us. The scene was eerie, with nothing but starlight lighting the tragedy unfolding around us. Bodies appeared to have silver-flecked hair and stars in their unseeing eyes. Stars glinted in the water, a cold reflection. And in the distance, the lifeboats gathered, waiting for rescue, but unwilling to rescue us.
"I hope so, Rose. I hope so. They'll come back soon. We just have to hang on until then."
"I don't know if I can," I admitted quietly. "I'm so cold…"
Satine’s POV
"Take us back! We've got to go back! My husband is in the water waiting for me!" I yelled at the officer.
"How do you know your husband is alive, ma’am?" the man asked quietly, flatly, no sympathy coloring his tone.
"I...I...it's a feeling I have! Now, take us back! I'm not the only woman on here missing a lover, a friend, a brother, some family member!" I retorted, my chin held high and an arm thrown around Ethan. "Take us back!" I demanded, my voice imperious and controlling. The man quaked beneath my glare and stuttered in submission.
"Thank you." I sank down into my seat, wondering in the back of my mind when I had stood up.
I'm coming back to you, Christian. I won't let you die.