Jack hears a voice behind him...

ROSE: Hello, Jack.

He turns and she is standing there.

ROSE: I changed my mind.

He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks are red with the chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly about her face.

ROSE: Fabrizio said you might be up--

JACK: Sssshh...Come here.

He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.

JACK: Close your eyes.

She does, and he turns her to face forward, the way the ship is going. He presses her gently to the rail, standing right behind her. Then he takes her two hands and raises them until she is standing with her arms outstretched on each side. Rose is going along with him. When he lowers his hands, her arms stay up...like wings.

JACK: Okay. Open them.

Rose gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water. It's like there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring. The Atlantic unrolls toward her, a hammer copper shield under a dusk sky. There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feet below.

ROSE: I'm flying!

She leans forward, arching her back. He puts his hands on her waist to steady her.

JACK: (singing softly) Come Josephine in my flying machine.

Rose closes her eyes, feeling herself floating weightless far above the sea. She smiles dreamily, then leans back, gently pressing her back against his chest. He pushes forward slightly against her. Slowly he raises his hands, arms outstretched, and they meet hers...fingertips gently touching. Then their fingers intertwine.

Moving slowly, their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers. Jack tips his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her wash over him, until his cheek is against her ear. Rose turns her head until her lips are near his. She lowers her arms, turning further, until she finds his mouth with hers.

He wraps his arms around her from behind, and they kiss like this with her head turned and titled back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. They kiss, slowly, tremulously, and then with building passion. Jack and the ship seem to merge into one force of power and optimism, lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into a night without fear.