Flirting with Ice
The ship had stopped after it bumped the iceberg. It was late at night, and passengers were peering over the edge.
"I just felt an iceberg. You see anything?" asked a man on the ship.
"No. I don't see anything now. Do you?" asked another.
Jack and Rose peered over the edge, as well, Jack almost half over.
"Well, it looks all right," he said. "I don't see anything." He pulled himself back onto the ship.
"Could it have damaged the ship?" asked Rose, looking at him.
Jack looked up to think and then looked back at her. "Didn't seem like much of a bump," he said. "I think we're all right."
He looked over to the other end of the ship. Rose did the same, and carefully picked up a piece of ice and reached over to Jack's neck. She quickly pulled the collar of the jacket back and shoved the ice in.
"Aah!" Jack put his hand on the back of his neck to try to get the ice out as he collapsed onto his knees. Rose giggled and tried to hold the ice in. "All right!" Jack was fighting with her now as he got the ice out. "All right! That's it! That's it! You're going overboard!"
Rose tried to push his hands away as he reached for her. "No! No!" Rose exclaimed, laughing. "No! No!"
"You're going overboard!" Jack said again as he held Rose halfway over the edge of the ship. Rose fought with him, trying to get his hands off of her, laughing the whole time.