Titanic: True Love Forever

Chapter 9: Escape

Because the crew were all male, and in order to search me for the watch that I had already taken to exchange for a third class ticket, they hired a female stewardess to search me. The stewardess seemed to be the attendant in charge of the second-class female guests, and she looked very competent as she first invited all the men out of the cabin, then closed the hatch and turned back to me with a polite smile and said, "I'm here to serve you, miss."

"An honor." I jumped up from my chair and graciously stretched my arms out to be at her mercy.

The lucky pocket watch had been left on shore for good, but unfortunately I couldn't expect them to release me if they couldn't search it.

"You should take a shower." The second class stewardess kindly reminded me as she searched my clothes. Then after removing my clothes and seeing my naked body with my back to her, she suddenly blurted out, "You're very beautiful."

I turned back slowly, because of my long history of dancing, any movement I made would naturally and habitually carry a certain rhythm. Turning back even once is like trying to live inside a certain dance move.

"Thanks." I replied softly, smiling as if I had received a compliment in the past.

The stewardess only searched me for a third class ticket, Jake's sketch portrait, and ten dollars, which she took and walked out to turn in. I quietly ruffle my waist-length blonde curls and put these sack-like clothes back on. I didn't put much stock in the idea of accidentally rolling up a thug's silver pocket watch and tossing it to a third-class passenger as relief money. When you're on the Titanic, most of your attention is divided between how to get off the ship, or how to get as many people off the ship with you as possible. Tomorrow is the last time this sinking ship docks, and being locked in a cabin and drowning is not something I want to see.

I got dressed and then sat back down in my chair, placing my feet up in a bent position on the chair and wrapping my hands around my knees. I looked out the porthole, a lot of clear water splattered on the outside of the small round window, the Titanic had been traveling forward at full speed and nothing seemed to be able to stop it.

I continued to take one deep breath and could almost smell the air outside the porthole with its salty odor. Then I started counting silently, exhaling slowly, expelling all the gas that my lungs had just taken in again, like a singer practicing his lung capacity, and at the last second when I reached my limit I held my breath. When I am extremely short of oxygen, the face of this body will be very pale, a completely bloodless pallor. People are in great pain when they are short of oxygen, the internal organs and bones are crammed into one hard piece.

I have tried to abuse myself in this way, and then I see myself in the mirror as if I were a corpse going to the morgue.

I was on the verge of turning into a zombie by the time the remaining two male crew members came in, holding myself and shaking, as if I were an emergency patient having a sudden, agonizing attack.

One of them ran over and picked me up, he placed me on the ground and quickly said to the other one, "Go ahead and call the doctor, just tell him there's an emergency patient here."

"To the infectious disease ward at the stern?" The other crewman, who was still standing, inquired eagerly.

"Hell, go to the infirmary, it's closer." The crewman who had carried me to the ground flat on my back blurted out angrily, "Hurry up."

"I hope no first class guests got a bad stomach." The crewman who had left chanted and ran out the door.

My head hung helplessly to the floor and I looked through some hair at the crewman half-kneeling next to me. They had placed whatever they had found on me on the table, and it didn't look like the stuff was of any use to them.

I closed my eyes as I heard the footsteps of another crew member running away, the darkness before me, and that faint shiver in the air that was unique to the ship.

"Are you okay?" The half-crouching crewman inquired softly when he saw my face slow back down.

"Yes, thank you." I finally regained my normal breathing and opened my eyes. Then getting up and trying to stand, the other man immediately carefully supported me, and the moment I was on his arm, I whispered in his ear, "Sorry for the trouble." A lot of trouble ...... I finished with a violent force twisting his arm, my body pressed down to rip the other person's whole body over, and in an instant, I pressed the unsuspecting crew member to the ground with a vicious over the shoulder slam. Then in one fluid motion, he swept up the ship's ticket on the table American money sketch like stuffed into his pocket, turned around and ran out desperately.

It wasn't easy to wrestle a big man out of the way, and if he hadn't remembered a little judo technique, he probably would have been crushed before he could wrestle the man out of the way. Running into the ship's channel when another crew member leading the doctor is rushing to come face to face with me, I jumped before the other party did not react, reached out and grabbed the other party's sailor's cap and put it on my own head, like a hurricane rushed past them, in the corner turned back to the crew member who was so scared that he was pressing his hair with a big smile, "See you. "

The crewman who finally recognized me pointed angrily at me and yelled, "Stop."

I sprinted up the narrow staircase, grabbing the handrail of the stairs with both hands with one mighty push high over the corner of the staircase, the crewman's anxious chortling behind me, his shoes stomping hard over the iron staircase, and Bumper in hot pursuit of me behind me. The white corridors of the Titanic were all connected, and I could see the electric bulbs above the white paneling of the hull, providing daytime light to the huge, luxurious ship. There were hardly any upper class guests to be seen in the passageways of the lower decks, more third class guests returning, or some of the waiters and crew in charge of this area. Their first reaction to seeing me rush out was to move out of the way in surprise, as if they were afraid of being bumped into by me.

"Catch her." Catching up to me, the crew pointed at me and shouted to the passing attendants and crew.

By the time the others responded back, I scurried into another white hatchway and ran up the iron staircase when I saw it, figuring that I was running wild on the G deck, and that any further down would have sent me crashing into the lowest level of the ship, and that rolling around in the coals with the stokers wasn't a good idea. So I aim to go up, up, and up again.

I came into the long aisle on the upper level, where a waiter pushing a cart full of food was just coming out of the cabin door, and I tiptoed and sidestepped like the tail of the wind through the gap between his cart and the aisle, and with a deft turn of my hand slipped a plate of cupcakes from the cart. The plate was bone china, with a gold floral pattern wrapped around the rim, and if memory serves me correctly these first class service china would have been the work of Crown Derby. Thank goodness for those who had read them, they at least allowed me to distinguish the deck layers of this ship.

I ran forward as I ate my cake, and nearly choked as I shoved the last cupcake into my mouth, as I saw three or four lanky crewmen scrambling toward me. As a last resort I turned to run again toward one of the unoccupied ship's lanes, and as soon as I made a U-turn another waiter pushing a load of silver cutlery appeared out of nowhere, looking like he'd just come out of the dining room. The moment I was about to collide, I spun off the side of the cart with a sharp spin, my long hair ruffling the waiter's cheek, and the plate in my hand was already back on the cart.

"Hell." An angry curse from the crew chasing me came from behind me, and then there was a garbled, loud crash as they collided with the cart.

I scurried quickly down the hundreds of meters of labyrinthine corridor, running up the stairs as I saw them, and in the middle of it, I had a narrow escape from the steward who was guarding the door to the second class cabin, who had just opened the hatch and drilled through it before he had a chance to stop me. The crew members who had just caught up with me were not so lucky, the steward bellowed, "You can't go in here, do you have a permit?"

"Shut the f**k up, where's the permit, where's the picket leader?" They had lost their picket leader, and this ship was a first time up for many of the crew, so it was all like a maze.

Even so, there were just too many crew members on this ship, and the only reason I was still able to scurry around was because I was running so fast that they didn't have time to organize a roundup. As time goes on, no matter where I hide they'll be able to pin me out with rat traps. And I'm a woman living in a cabin with three strange men, so just ask anyone and they'll know.

Upon stumbling across those damn rat traps once more, I grimaced very helplessly, threw my hands up at the crew members who were charging up again, turned hard, and ran. I simply don't know how many places I ran through, jumping up and down, being chased back down from the walk deck of the first class cabin on the C deck to the squash court on the E deck, and then back up to the D deck via Scotland Road. Many times they were about to block me, which was a particularly bad experience.

Don't they know how to be polite to passengers? Perhaps this is an alternative form of hospitality for third class passengers.