Titanic: True Love Forever

Chapter 39: Departure

"Do you believe that I could throw you overboard right now and not a soul would know how you disappeared, Mr. Jack Dawson?" Carl grabbed Jack by the collar and told him ferociously, word for word, "You're just a rat from third class, you've got nothing to stand on, what can you give her? Nothing to give, nothing at all."

The anger was so extreme that instead it sounded like a pain that was overly hurt and trying to hide it.

Jack had been knocked off his feet for a moment, and even if he was the kind of guy who usually had his head on a swivel, he couldn't handle the rhythm being so chaotic that he couldn't keep it down. It was only when Carl grabbed him by the collar and threatened him murderously that Jack barely managed to figure out what this guy was mad about, and he nonchalantly clutched Carl's wrist with a polite fake smile, "I wonder if a third class rat would get burned if he hit a first class VIP?" After saying that Jack clenched his other hand into a fist, he punched Carl hard in the face.

It simply wasn't the hero's style to get hit and not hit back.

Carl dodged very quickly and the fist grazed the side of his face in the nick of time. The attack snapped the last strings of his sanity, and Carl reflexively covered his face down and whispered angrily, "Don't you dare hit me."

"Don't dare don't dare." Jack echoed his words with an adorable grin, then his face changed and he wrenched his hand away with force and stood up, "There are two other ladies here, a man's violence will scare them, calm down."

Whether it scared me or not was one thing, Rose on the other hand was almost breathless from the horror of the scene, she probably hadn't seen such a nerve-wracking mess since she was a little girl, brownish-red curls plastered against her pale face, and she looked at our pile of nerves with disbelief in her dark green eyes.

I was still sitting on the carpet and didn't have the strength to pull away from the two big men fighting each other, except that my pajamas were loose enough to keep slipping down by my shoulders, so I had to tug at the collar with my hand and look up at the old poodle. He was pulling out a gun, not at all in awe of scaring the lady, and it looked like he was planning on shooting Jack and planting evidence that he'd come in for a burglary or something or other ...... Knowing too much about the brain circuits of this crowd was making me feel mentally stressed out.

Just when the scene was on the verge of explosion, and the smell of gunpowder was so thick that it didn't need to explode without a flame, there was a sudden, polite knock on the door, accompanied by a puzzled inquiry, "Mr. Hockley, may I ask what's happened to you?"

It was the waiter from the first class cabin, probably because there was too much commotion on our side, which then alerted him. Carl was as deaf as if he couldn't hear anything outside, and he also stretched out his finger to poke Jack's shoulder insultingly, and said to him in a gloomy voice, "Get the hell out of here, I'm going to screw you up easier than stepping on an ant."

Jack interfered and even took a step forward, almost sticking toe to toe with Carl, who also said in a cold voice, "I'll be waiting."

The waiter turned the knob, intending to come in and take a look for himself, and Rose, who was standing by the door with what had been a breathless face, immediately stepped up to the door, and she tried to put on a natural smile, and after two quick tries, she finally succeeded as the waiter opened the door.

"Miss?" The waiter stood in the doorway, blocked from seeing the scene in the room by Rose's body.

"We don't need any service." Cloaked, with the remnants of her makeup and tear stains on her face, Rose refused to let the waiter in.

"That noise just now ......," the waiter said skeptically, trying to poke his head in and observe what was going on in the room.

"We ...... we, uh, were playing a game." Rose's polite smile collapsed for a moment, but of course she quickly straightened back up and lifted her chin in a displeased manner.

"Games?" The waiter was clearly not convinced.

"Yes, it's a game, so don't come over and bother us, goodbye." Rose slammed the door almost a little hysterically, she was breathing heavily, her back was against the door her hands in front of her chest and she was almost paralyzed. She looked over at Carl with a shocked look on her face, "What are you doing? What kind of game are you playing by hiding a woman in your room and locking her up? Do you realize what would happen if someone found out?"

Carl was still playing c**k-eyed with Jack when he heard Rose's words and he collected the anger in his face. An embarrassing nuisance crept up between his eyebrows and he touched a finger to his lips out of habit before saying to Rose, "This has nothing to do with you, you go back to your rest now, and you, get the hell out of here."

"We're getting out." I leapt up from the floor and grabbed Jack's arm, tugging it raw as I was about to head for the door.

"You get back here." Carl ordered grumpily at me and rushed over, dragging me back with all his might.

"People are unmarried couples." Rose almost screams beside me, she seems to think she's having a nightmare, tripping over herself.

"Not anymore, I say so." Carl's bully style was in full effect as he dragged me over to him and realized that the pajamas were falling down my body again, and hurriedly pulled the jacket off himself with all his might, wrapping the clothes around me in a hapless manner.

It was like a Titanic version of the evil dragon robbing the people, and even the old poodle on the sidelines couldn't help but avert his eyes, feeling intolerant of the spectacle.

Only Jack had an innocent look on his face as he jumped in front of Rose with his bruised booty and said to Carl, "Is that how you usually talk to her? You're scaring her."

"That's ridiculous." Rose said coldly.

"Shut up." Carl barked down at her.

This was not like a man and woman who were about to get engaged, both sides were close to getting up with a kitchen knife and fighting for blood. Jack interjected at the right time, "You're a nasty one."

"Lovejoy, get him out of here, I don't want to see this guy again until we get off the ship." Carl raised an impatient eyebrow as he hugged me provocatively and said to Jack, "You'd better disappear completely, and if you know what's good for you, you should find a rat hole to hide in."

I slapped Carl's arm in an attempt to push him away. Carl held me tighter and just wouldn't let go. I pushed harder, and his grip on me trembled as if he was grasping for some kind of life-saving rope and would drown if he let go. But that cold, hard condescension on his face hadn't faded at all, and he glared menacingly at Jack, like a lion guarding its food.

I've seen robberies, I've never seen a robbery so honorable.

The old poodle weighed the gun in his hand, look at Jack, and then look at Karl, finally he still silently put the gun back, may be he is thinking that this situation is not appropriate to kill anyone. Then he walked up behind Jack, grabbed his arm, and said to him, "Well, there's always women, and it's time for you to go back." Listening to his compassionate tone, he seemed to want to help Jack introduce a few pretty girls, so that he can quickly forget about his "fiancée".

I wonder how much he gets paid per year to be so loyal to Carl it makes you want to cry.

Rose gasped in horror, probably because the corset was making it harder for her, and whispered something, and Carl gave her a sensitive look, and wouldn't let go of his grip on me. Rose's voice gradually louder, at first similar to a dreamy self-talk, "finished ...... finished ......" finally her rapid breathing slowly slowed back, the bottom of the eyes of the kind of suspicion also followed disappear! The eyes gradually hardened, and her speech became clearer, "We're through, Calhounkelly, I'm through with you. This is an insult to me, and you're a bad person."

"Yeah, bad guy." Jack nodded along, running to stand beside Rose, still dragging the old poodle over with him.

The bad guy, Carl, looked at the immature fools and he told them even more immaturely, "Then get the hell out of here and take your messy paintings and your clothes, no, leave a few of your clothes down."

The old poodle and Jack both wore a sort of facepalm at the same time, as if they hadn't expected the bastard to be as absolute as this. The old servant felt that Karl was mad with anger, resulting in a total loss of sanity, he quickly walked to Karl's side, reached out to give him a soothing pat on the back, and whispered to him, "The invitations have all been sent out, and if Miss Rose is thrown out, there will soon be a scandal. This is your fiancée, Mr. Hockley. Mistresses you can find many, but wives are the only ones."

Carl finally listens to someone else and his grip on me slackens a bit, he looked like he was going to make an enemy of the world a moment ago, now that he's finally come around. I take the opportunity to break free of this sticky bond, and the moment I shake his hand away, Carl increases his strength to drag me back as if he's woken up. It's like a tug of war, I'm going out and he's pulling me in. I wanted to save my energy and reason with him after he was done being crazy, but I realized that this guy doesn't listen to reason because his brain has floated out of the universe and even his intelligence has disappeared.

"Let go." I was already too lazy to get angry with this guy, afraid that if I went up to him seriously, my brain would end up floating away as well.

The old poodle was still bitterly persuasive, "There are plenty of beautiful women out there, this is not the right time."

I couldn't bear to look at the knuckleheads of these two guys, what a conversation. Carl hesitates and hesitates again, knowing full well that what he's doing is crazy enough to end him in the social circle, but he just won't let it go, sanity and insanity intertwining into a pained expression on his face.

It hurt so much that I couldn't bear to irritate him, and Carl finally whispered to me, "Go to your room, Emily, that guy can't give you anything."

The old poodle was powerless, and it seemed to him that he saw his employer running up a weird avenue from which there was no turning back, no return.

I looked at him expressionlessly, the white glare of the light gave me a headache, and as he gave me a grudgingly placating smile, I suddenly asked, "You marry me?"

There was silence at those words.

Rose and Jack with the old poodle, ......

Then all three of them, at the same time, raised their eyes to Carl.

"Marry ...... marry you?" Carl murmured somewhat incomprehensibly; he seemed to feel that he had paid so much already that he had never thought of the proposal that would bankrupt him. Probably to him there had never been a woman in his life so ill-advised, with nothing to lose, who had dared to refuse him. "You ...... are an orphan, with nothing, no status or wealth, and you've probably had some bad occupations ......" He didn't look as if he was talking to me, but rather talking to himself, desperately trying to convince himself that I'm just a worthless pauper, "You don't even look ...... like a normal woman, and I can give you a lot ......"

"Slap!" A sudden slap ended his nightmarish self-talk, Carl's face veered a bit and my hand went a little numb.

"Well, awake yet." I tell him calmly, trying to draw my hand back, his strength is much less, which allows me to slowly back away from him.

Carl came back to me in a trance, finally shaking off that seizure, but the feeling of sadness was so much stronger that it was impossible to believe that the tough, cranky man from earlier was him. He saw me walk away and instinctively made to come over to me, but he quickly stopped his foolish actions, the sadness instantly suppressed and a feeling of coldness returned to him.

I've made it to the door when I hear him burst out laughing, as if he's just realized that the spectacle is ridiculous, Carl shoves his death grip into his pants pocket and he looks up at me with malice roiling inside. "So that's what you need, you're just a dancer and probably an amateur thief on the side, and now you're trolling for the big fish? Stealing clothes to get to upper class, don't you just want a rich man, what can that guy behind you offer you? You'll only stay poor after him, poor man." The last comment was thrown directly at Jack, guessing that in his eyes poverty was the cardinal sin that required capital punishment.

"At least he'll marry me." I took a handful of props to Jack to use him as a shield. Jack was still smiling, but as soon as he turned his head he jerked his expression at me crookedly - I don't want to marry you.

I gave him a vicious glare, hell no I'm not marrying you.

Carl couldn't see it from this angle, but Rose had a clear view. She was still furious, but ended up almost laughing at the cramped interaction between the two of us.

"Heh, yeah, marry you." Carl's grin rose maliciously, "You guys had such a good time together, and if you go with him now then don't regret it, you'll never be able to get more than that. No man can pay you more, no one, including this third class Mr. Jack Dawson."

After waiting most of the day for him to finally relent, I dragged Jack backwards and said as I opened the door, "I'm really sorry about that then, I don't think first class is used to third class guests spending the night, so we'll be on our way, good night."

Carl suddenly raised his voice as he said to me threateningly, "Don't be sorry if you leave, I won't fall for your tricks again, you're just a thief with nothing to lose."

I turned around to see him standing straight up next to the chair in the sitting room, the corners of his mouth pursed flat stubbornly, his eyes looking at me viciously, as if I had become the biggest enemy in his life at this moment. He felt aggrieved if he didn't slaughter me and eat me.

I continued to walk out, and behind me Carl added, "Don't you regret it, and don't come back if you leave."

For a moment, I thought I was the scumbag who had left his wife and child, and then my wife yelled at me to die out there and not come back. That anger and sadness in his tone made me follow with a heavy heart, and my feet paused for a moment before I finally walked out without looking back.