“Rose, I understand that you want to get on the ship, but are you fully prepared for this? Do you even have tickets? Money for yourself later?” Emma questioned. Rose had run into just a few minutes earlier and she’d been asking if Rose was prepared for this ever since Rose had told her that she planned on getting on the ship. “Do you even know where this ship will go?”
“I don’t care where it takes me; I just want to get out of this place and away from Cal. Yes, I do have tickets and money...Emma?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Will you come with me?”
“I don’t know. What if Jack comes back?”
“Face it, Emma. He’s not going to come back! So, please come with me. He’d want you to be happy.”
“He wants you to be happy, too, dear.”
Rose was quiet for moment. “That’s why I have to get out of here. I’ll never be happy again here!”
“All right. All right. Let’s get going!”
“Oh, Emma, thank you for coming with me!”
“Well, we should get going, shouldn’t we? We wouldn’t want to miss our ship.” Rose started running again, with Emma right behind her. “I’m not as young as you, Rose! Can we please slow down?”
“We don’t have time!” Rose continued to run with Emma close behind. They made it to the ship with five minutes to spare.
“First class?” Emma asked, looking around the room.
“Yes. Cal bought these tickets just before I ran away to look for Jack. It was supposed to be for our honeymoon, I suppose.”
Emma smiled at Rose. “It’s going to be okay, dear. Jack is just fine.”
“I hope so...I think I’m going to take a walk.”
“All right.”
Rose left the room, walking across the deck. As she did, she thought of Jack. Thought of the three days they had had together, wondered if he was all right, if he was just as worried about her as she was about him. What if he found someone else or couldn’t get any money? God only knew what he was doing right now. Rose continued to walk as she continued to think about Jack. She was way out of first class by now. Rose finally couldn’t walk anymore. She lay her hands on the railing, looked down, and giggled, remembering the reason she and Jack had met in the first place.
“What could a woman like you be laughing about?” a voice asked. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of her waist. “The propellers?” This new voice was right by her ear and very familiar.
“Jack!” She gasped and turned around.
He smiled. “Was I right?”
She giggled. “Yes.”
“I thought so.”
“How did you guess?”
Jack smiled again. “Only you would lean over too far to see the propellers.”
Rose smiled. “Are you sure you want to save me this time?”
“I’ll save you every time,” he whispered.
Rose didn’t get the chance to respond to his answer. Jack was kissing her before she’d taken her next breath.