Titanic: True Love Forever

Chapter 38: Chaos

I decided that it is better to set aside these messy ghost problems, now people on the Titanic, the fifteenth ship is about to sink, breaking the hands of the index is only three days. Surprisingly, there was already no way to get off the ship, so one could only think of ways to avoid the sinking.

I really don't have time to dwell with Karl Hockley again that guy to raise or not to raise, mistress or not mistress of the small problem.

Only three days, what is the method to stop the Titanic? Listen to Karl that guy's tone, the White Star Company but this voyage as a life-saving root, the Olympic expensive maintenance costs, can not make ends meet the chain of funds, if this voyage fails, Ismay the first to go crazy.

Although I know it is difficult, but I must find time to contact Andrew, the captain probably do not have the time to pay attention to my kind of woman who does not seem to have a normal head, more than 30 years of experience in sailing so that he will not easily be influenced by others, he has his own set of sailing guidelines, so experience killed him in the end.

At least Thomas Andrews listened to me, even if he didn't believe it at all.

I rubbed a hand over my sleepy eyes and sat cross-legged on the red couch in Carl's room, my pajamas loose and empty, making me feel very insecure. So I drape the sheet over my head and wrap myself into a big cocoon, hands cupped around my steaming black tea as I eyeball the old poodle at the door and wrestle with each other with my eyes.

Lovejoy stood in a very standardized manner, with the look of a jailer just short of taking out his shackles. He occasionally fiddled with his suit jacket when he got bored of standing, or brightly observed my movements with a very stern look in his eyes, and looked like the kind of person in life who was unapproachable, harshly curmudgeonly, and not at all popular.

I realized that I didn't have such careless nerves, and if it hadn't been for the medication, I wouldn't have been able to talk myself into huffing and puffing on a soon-to-be-sinking cruise ship. Insomnia is a very anxious and painful thing, and I took a sip of my tea and put on an expression that was more deadpan than an old poodle's.

If the ship slowed down completely on the fourteenth, would we have gotten away with it? The Titanic couldn't have been so unlucky as to avoid the iceberg on the fourteenth and then go on to hit the iceberg on the sixteenth. The problem is that it's nice to imagine, but the reality is that the ship carries so much at stake that you don't have any little way to slow it down. For White Star, every second the ship slows is a loss of money. And for the captain, the honor of being able to hang blue ribbons from the mast on a ship's maiden voyage is nothing short of an honor you can dream about and smile about.

The boss, the captain, and the expectations of the passengers ...... can't change the speed of the ship by myself. Not to mention the speed of the ship, or radio contact with nearby ships such things, people have a good ship why listen to you have been following the Titanic. And forget about the damn USS California that didn't go back with a bunch of blankets, it didn't even show up in time at the end.

I am full of haggard one hand to cover my face, I should not get on this broken ship, why should I get on this broken ship ...... now can not get off.

The old poodle stood indifferently by the door and continued to watch me jerk around.

I removed the hand on my face, and then calmly drank tea, at least saved the male lead, finally did not lose in the end, and it is not white to get on the ship.

There was the sudden sound of a vigorous door opening from outside, from the sitting room side, I could still feel the vibration of the wall panels from so far away, and I wondered who was practicing their arm strength. Lovejoy's hand rested reflexively on the knob of the bedroom door, and he opened a crack, his small eyes peering out warily.

Then came Carl's voice, stamping angrily on the carpet, back and forth several times, saying angrily to no one in particular, "I can't believe you had to let that third-class bimbo come over here, that guy's a liar, and yes, he did save you. But you didn't have any interest in those propellers at all, don't take me for a fool, it might have been that inferior man who pushed you down and then reached out to save you so that he could blackmail me for a large sum of money."

"You're the only one who thinks of others in such a nasty and unpleasant way, and I just realized that you're really good at lying, I clearly saw you carry that girl away. He was looking for her, yet you say that you never even saw her." A suppressed female voice appeared, a stubborn quiver choking in her voice, going toe-to-toe with Carl.

"So what." Carl suddenly sneered, stopping himself from roughly abusing the floor and instead calming down, his tone carrying a condescending disdain, "I just haven't seen her, no one has, and if you don't believe me, go look it up, the so-called blonde teenager is just a fabrication he made up, there isn't a passenger named Amy ...... "

"But I've seen her, she used to play the harmonica under the stern rail." The woman relented and interrupted his rogue lie, "I can't possibly be mistaken, you rushed over and hugged her at noon today and then she disappeared."

"Shut up Rose, that's the end of the matter, you should go to your room and rest now." Carl completely exploded, the threatening intent in his voice could have burst into ice. It felt like he was not facing his fiancée, but an enemy.

"You're ordering me around? Heh, weak-minded? Carl, what about the girl? I can't believe that you would do such a thing." Rose instead showed a sneering scoff, she seemed to think she was crazy to continue standing still, "They're friends, you know exactly where the girl is, and what's wrong with me asking him to come up here and look for her."

"Friends, what kind of friends could she be with that little white boy?" Carl was not affected by her in the slightest and was swimming in ridicule of others.

"You and Lies are practically best friends." Rose's voice lowered while the cold hardness kept increasing up.

"It seems that having gone to college has added a lot of talent to you, and you're just paranoid when you're in a bad mood. It's late, so go ahead and get some rest. As soon as you wake up in the morning, you'll feel like we don't have to fight at all." Carl wasn't even going to keep this conversation going, he didn't even bother to listen to what was being said.

Me and the old poodle, ......

Then I finally barely heard, "They're fighting over me?"

The old poodle parted his prying eyes on me, so morose it was numbing, "Sounds like it, but I hope you don't go out there, Mr. Hockley will soon be engaged to the young lady and everyone knows about it."

So a scandal like that dead pervert Carl trying to keep a mistress was something the old poodle was dead set on squashing.

"You should have tucked me under the bed and hidden me, or she would have known one day." I calmly held my tea, bored with the old poodle's suggestion.

"I will if I have to." Lovejoy considers my suggestion seriously and looks like he already intends to carry it out.

There's a moment of silence outside, then Rose says, tired and jaded, "God, I'm so sick of this."

Carl seemed unmoved as he said in an unchanging voice, "There's no point in arguing about such things, and in future keep your visits to the lower cabin deck to a minimum, it's not your place." It sounded as cold and uncaring as a boss ordering an employee, with no hint of a warm and fuzzy attitude towards his fiancée.

...... I finally know why Rose jumped into the sea, where is this fiancé, this is a big devil, right?

Just when I thought things were finally going to end and Rose was forced to sleep by the Daemon King, Carl suddenly said impatiently, "What is it?" It didn't sound like it was addressed to his fiancée, but rather that there was someone else outside the door.

Then came Rose's impatient reply, "Yes, we made him come."

Carl was silent for a moment before speaking in a hostile whisper, "Of course, we invited our guest from the lower cabin, he'll be gone soon, you can come and lead him down later."

The waiter said something as if politely, and closed the door and left. Then it was another familiar voice that rang out, "Hello, Jack Dawson."

I lurched as I cupped my tea, then reaches back to cover my face ...... haggardly.

"Jack Dawson?" Carl gives a grim smile and doesn't even respond to the introductions before going straight to, "Thanks for saving Rose, how much?"

How much what?

Jack and I froze up at the same time, our brains not working too well to respond.

Then Jack finally figured out what he was talking about and immediately retorted, "I'm sorry, I guess that's what everyone does, I just came over here to find out, do you know where Emily is?"

"I don't know her, you can go, is a hundred dollars enough, enough to get you off the boat and starve." Carl told him in a bored voice, probably not even wanting to see Jack.

"You brushed past me in Quincy with her in your arms, I'm pretty sure you know her." Jack got up nonchalantly as well, he wasn't a guy who went weak in the knees at the sight of a powerful man, and if Rose hadn't been there, he probably could have been even more snarky.

"What's your relationship with her?" Carl suddenly pressed in a stern voice, erupting inexplicably.

"Relationship? We're friends, she's my friend." Jack seemed taken aback by the other man's ferocity, and then he didn't hesitate to push back.

"A friend? A woman, a man, and she has your portrait in her pocket, what kind of friends are you?" Carl wasn't buying it at all, and he was aggressive enough to choke Jack to death.

"A portrait?" Jack gave a strange cry to himself, then he said brightly, "It has nothing to do with a man or a woman, do you know where she is?"

"In the room." Rose spoke suddenly, and at once there was a stifled silence outside that tightened to the point of solidification. Rose's less certain voice continued, "She's in your room?"

Jack said, somewhat incomprehensibly, "In what room."

I had stood up, my teacup resting on the table, the black tea inside cold. The old poodle's eyes flicked back to me through the doorway, all warnings in them, and he must have been seriously considering knocking me out before stuffing me in the closet.

Carl had come back to his senses, and he said gently, "It's late, and we don't entertain lower-class guests here overnight." It was a blatant eviction.

"Emily ......," Jack was going to make one more effort, but as soon as the words left his mouth, there was a low gulp from Carl beside him, "Shut up and don't let me hear that name out of your mouth. Rose? Get back here!"

Before Carl's voice could fall, there was a jumble of running feet, as if several people outside were swarming towards this side of the room. Lovejoy was quick to react back, and he immediately pulled the door open and flashed out, closing it again with a firm hand.

I walked quickly to the door and reached out to grab the handle to open it, only to find that I couldn't break it and it was locked by the old poodle's hand.

The old poodle stood outside the door and said, "I don't think there's anyone here you're looking for. Upper class isn't lower class, and we're not used to guests who yell and scream. Miss, it's late, you should change your clothes, your mother will be sad to see you like this."

Such polite intimidation can be a real eye-opener.

Things were a complete mess, I rubbed my eyes, all that tea did nothing to refresh me. I put my hand on the door panel and slapped it up as hard as I could while shouting, "Jack." Wishing I could go out there and beat him up, I put my life on my shoulders and ran onto the boat, all but leading him to the front of the pickup barge, and I'm surprised he hasn't come ashore yet.

"Em ...... Emily?" Jack immediately responded to me in disbelief.

"I thought you said no one was in your room." Rose's voice didn't sound like the anger of catching an adulterer, but rather a kind of gloating at the sight of someone else's defeat.

"Yeah, there's no one." Carl coldly opened his eyes.

Jack and Rose at the same time, ......

I continued to tap on the door, yelling at it, "I'm here, open the door." The old poodle can move really well, and if he keeps watch, I don't think I'll be able to get out of this hellhole before the ship sinks.

"You can go now, Rose, back to your room." Carl was as deaf as he could be, crushingly deaf to my voice and shooing me away forcefully.

Could you be any more shameless? I clapped until my hands were sore, only to hear outside that Carl seemed to be calling for the waiter and shooing Jack out. Knocking my head against the door panel, I'm sick of this involved ghost situation, the ship is sinking and you guys are still chirping outside the door, slamming my fist down hard on the door.

"My friend is in there and you're holding her prisoner?" Jack asked in disbelief

"Your friend? I don't make friends with third class people." Carl grinned coldly.

I left the doorway and walked over to the bed, then dragged the rather elaborate Louis-style chair with one hand, its legs making a distinctive mark on the carpet. Coming to the door, I hopped a little on my feet as I was wont to do, then took a deep breath and raised the chair with both hands at the same time with great force, aiming at the target and throwing the chair in my hand with all the force I could muster. The chair slammed into the door with a grisly crash.

The door was stunned into silence by the loud noise, and Rose seemed to be the first to come back to her senses as she said, startled, "What's wrong?"

I continued to look for something, casually lifting a vase off one of the cabinets and slamming it down on the floor with such force that everyone outside couldn't stay calm now. Carl said to Lovejoy, "Drag him out." Then the door opened and Carl stood outside, I just happened to be grabbing the lamp and when I saw him come in casually threw it back and headed for the door without hesitation.

"Emily." Carl reached out, stopping the door, that very nasty indifference still on his face, and there was even an insistent madness under his eyes. I looked behind him and saw first a red dress and then upwards the tear stains on Rose's face, her pale, delicate face held a bit of shock, it was easy to recognize her even though it was the first time we had met. Next to her was Lovejoy, and in the arms of the old poodle was Jack, who was being dragged by the collar and grabbed by the waist by the old poodle, and looked as if he was really going to be dragged out.

"Hi, Emily." Jack had the energy left in this situation to wave and greet me. I almost responded to him with a friendly smile, press you into the water and let the Titanic run over you and forget it, what the hell did I get on this f*****g bankrupt ship for.

"Jesus, what are you doing to her?" Rose said with a shocked look on her face as she looked at my crooked pajamas and the bruises on my wrists.

The scene was hilarious, I tugged the pajamas a little in an attempt to make it look neater and then tried to give a warm smile and said to my former goddess, "I'll return the pajamas to you clean, my friend is here to see me, so see you all later." After saying that he signaled Jack with his eyes and he quickly saw my little gesture, extremely taciturn Jack immediately broke free from Lovejoy's grip and then tugged on his jacket with both hands to right his clothes back. He walked over to the door and coughed lightly before saying with a grimace, "This is my blonde friend, excuse me, we're on our way."

Jack's eyes twitched a little after he said that, the look that signaled me to run with him quickly.

I tried skimming past Carl to squeeze through the door, and just as I reached him, my arm was suddenly grabbed hard and I looked up into a pair of dark, clouded eyes.

"What's your relationship?" Carl followed suit with a grim smile.

"Friends." Jack and I chorused in unison.

"What friends? What friend made you risk your life to get on the boat under the mistaken belief that it was going to sink just to get him off, Emily?" Carl suddenly said to me in a voice so low it was almost a whisper.

I tried to draw my hand back, but he wouldn't let go, and the flesh was choking out black marks. Seeing Jack still on the sidelines, he tried to come over, but unfortunately both Rose and Jack were blocked by Lovejoy. I frowned and told him, "Let go of me, your wife is here, what's this becoming?"

"It doesn't matter, you have to tell me, what is your relationship?" Carl went crazy as if he was crazy, and just wouldn't let go of the question in his death grip.

I waved at Jack as he wished, Jack was finally able to push the old poodle away, he ran over to Carl, I immediately put one hand on his shoulder, stood on my tiptoes and hooked up with him as if he were a buddy, and then with a serious look on my face I said to Carl, "You're right, he's my boyfriend, and we've already planned to get engaged in New York, as soon as we get off the ship."

Jack was a little confused, he let out a surprised "ah" and looked puzzled. I put my hand on his shoulder and pressed the back of his head very "gently" to get the brains out of the i***t. Jack put away his puzzled look and followed my lead, but he couldn't tell me a lie about being engaged to me.

"So I have a man, Carl Hockley, you might as well go find another woman who likes house jewelry and art to keep." I told him with a serious look on my face before shaking his hand off hard and dragging stupid Jack calmly outside. I even smiled very kindly at Rose as I brushed past her, during which I didn't look back once, just in case that Carl bastard woke up and did something else. I don't know if it was love at first sight between Rose and Jack, but I couldn't care less right now, I'll end up with an anxiety attack if I'm locked up here any longer.

"You love him?"

Halfway down the hall, his inquiry came out of nowhere from behind me. I couldn't quite put my finger on the emotion in his voice, the feeling that it was suppressed to the extreme and on the verge of exploding was chilling. Trying to turn around, I finally got a good look at Carl's expression, it was sad, he couldn't seem to control himself, dead pursed lips, the corners of his eyes drooping, the anger in his eyes replaced by another emotion similar to sadness.

It felt like my answer could destroy him, easily.

Some soft feeling deep inside is touched, and for a second I can't breathe as he stares. It's almost impossible to nod my head, but finally I do, pressing my hand to the back of Jake's head in passing so that he joins me. Then we two peckers just finished nodding and watched as his sad expression ...... twisted in horror.

What happened next was so fast that it caught people off guard, Carl had rushed over and punched Jack in the face, Jack took a solid hard hit and his whole body fell backward, taking me with it to the carpet. Carl grabbed Jack by the collar and shouted in a frenzy of anger, "You dare to steal my woman, who are you to do that!"

I rubbed my bumped head and was just about to stop him when Carl was already yelling at me angrily, "Shut the f**k up, this is between men."

I, ......

And Jack was still confused, who did he invite.