Written by Gemini524
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
It’s nighttime aboard the
Keldysh. Everything is silent. Only the sounds of the crashing waves can be
heard. The crew has long gone to bed, and so have I. At least, my physical self
has, tired and worn from the many years I’ve spent. My spirit is free to wander
along the decks of the ship. My long red hair and my snow white dress blow
freely against the wind as I bid my final farewells to this world. It’s almost
hard to let go, but someone is waiting for me, and I am no longer required to
stay. It’s strange; eighty-four years ago I contemplated death. I wanted nothing
more than to abandon this life and be with my true love, Jack, forever, but now
I am happy to have made that promise so many years ago. I fell in love again
with my wonderful husband, Ben Calvert, and raised a family. I’ve traveled the
world, met different people, and even became the actress I’d always wanted to
be. I’ve done things I never would’ve dreamed I would be doing, not in a
million years. I would thank Jack every day for helping me make all of this
possible; I never could’ve done this without his love and inspiration. Even
though our romance was short-lived and fate decided to separate us, Jack has
never left my side. The love I felt for him grew more and more with each
passing day, and it remained so for eighty-four years.
As I continue on my stroll, I
stumble upon Lizzy’s room. She’s sound asleep. She lays face-up against her
pillow; her arm draped off the side of the bed and the comforter resting just
below her waist, showing off her lithe form. I sit beside her, watching her for
several moments, and I smile. I’m so happy to have had her for a granddaughter,
so fiery and headstrong, just like her mother and I. I’m going to miss her.
"I love you, Lizzy," I
whisper in her ear.
I kiss her softly on the cheek
and pull the covers up over her shoulders. She stirs slightly, but never
wakens.
I make my way back to my room,
only to catch a glimpse of Brock out of the corner of my eye. He is looking
over the sea, lost in thought.
He’s a good man, I think, filled with hopes and dreams.
Like so many of us, his heart was just in the wrong place at the time. I do
hope he finds what he’s looking for in life, even if it isn’t the Heart of the
Ocean.
I’m back in my room once again
and I see myself lying very still. It’s time for me to go now, and I’m ready to
depart. I’m proud of myself for what I accomplished; I’ve had the chance to
live, and to me, that is the greatest thing anyone could ever ask for. I look
at the photographs on the dresser, each one holding a special memory of
me--horseback riding in the surf, my husband and I wrestling with our kids on
the beach, piloting an airplane, and my acting photographs. I’ve done it all
and more.
I feel myself ascending; my
physical form is disappearing before my eyes. I’m traveling through a long and
dark abyss until something catches my eye. It’s the wreck of the Titanic, and
I’m getting closer to it, gaining speed. I’ve had dreams like this many times
before, but this time is different.
I travel through what looked like
the old decks of the ship; however, it no longer looks like the inside of a
dark and dreary cave. Everything is transforming back into its rich and
pristine state. I keep moving until I turn towards the first class doors.
Two stewards greet me and open
them as I continue walking onward. To my surprise, I see everyone here, all of
the passengers surrounding the grand staircase, as if they were all waiting for
my return. A pathway has been cleared, allowing me through. I recognize some of
them--the first class band, Cora, Tommy, Fabrizio, Helga, and Mr. Andrews. All
of them are here; but the one face I longed to see for many years stands at the
very top of the stairs.
His back is turned until he
finally turns to greet me. That piercing blue gaze, golden blond locks,
handsome smile, and those simple clothes belonged to none other than Jack
Dawson. I almost can’t believe he is standing only two feet in front of me, but
my heart soars at the sight of him. He stretches out his hand and I reach out,
placing my hand in his.
He pulls me towards him, his hand
on the small of my back. We gaze at each other for a moment, and then he kisses
me slowly, passionately, and with growing intensity. The fires that sparked our
love long ago have never dimmed. I feel his heartbeat. I know this is real.
I’ve heard stories of princesses
that find their Prince Charming and live happily ever after, and now I’ve
finally gotten mine. I’m finally home where I belong; this is where I want to
be, forever locked in this embrace, transcending death and time. The sounds of
people clapping echo behind me. A bright light engulfs us, taking us up and
beyond, into the abyss.
The End.