It certainly wasn't long before Cal located Rose again. This time, Rose was alone, because Jack had gone to check on Joshua. Sometime during the night, Joshua had developed a high fever and had to be taken to the infirmary. So Rose sat on a bench on the top deck watching New York, wondering why she had to arrive on the Carpathia instead of the Titanic, where she finally realized what her life was worth.
"Hello, Rose," said Cal.
Rose didn't turn around. "Go away, Cal," Rose said irritably.
"No need to be rude, darling," replied Cal, sitting down on the bench next to her.
"What do you want?" Rose demanded.
"To know why you chose that Dawson boy instead of me," said Cal.
"I told you before, Cal. You only wanted me so you could own me. Jack made me realize what true love really is, and he wants me to love me. It doesn't matter if he can't support me. It means I have to get a job, and I would love to find something to do with my life," Rose told him.
"But all he has is ten dollars in his pocket! I've got millions!" exclaimed Cal.
"With ten dollars, you can find a job, and soon, that ten dollars will turn into one hundred dollars, then one thousand dollars, then one million dollars," Rose explained.
"But don't you realize how long that would take? With me, it will be instantly!" Cal exclaimed.
"Oh, Cal. You think the world works around money. Half of it does, but what does the other half run on? Love, of course. The world needs love to continue its population," Rose told him. "I don't love you, Cal. I love Jack."
"Rose, Sweetpea, you can't run off with him! He's hopeless! He'll never find a job!" Cal tried to explain to her.
"He's been on his own since he was fifteen. He's an artist, Cal. I don't know if you've seen his drawings, but they're amazing," Rose said calmly.
"But that man is a dirty sewer rat! You were raised in much better conditions!" said Cal.
"Well, it seems that she likes it already, so why don't you just go away and move on with your life?" asked a voice behind them. Both Cal and Rose turned around to face an infuriated Jack.
Cal stood up. "Well, it seems that I must go. I'll see you around, Rose." Cal walked away from the bench, then stopped. "And I'll see you in the gutters, Jack." With that said, he walked away. Jack glared at him as he did.
"Jack, relax. Everything is fine," Rose told him.
"No, Rose. Everything is not fine! This is the second time he's come to try to convince you to go back to them!" Jack exclaimed furiously. He sat down on the bench next to Rose, who leaned her head on his shoulder. Jack put his arm around her.
"I explained to him that all he wants is to own me. He thinks that he loves me, but he doesn't. You do," Rose explained to him.
"Just be careful around him, all right?" Jack asked. Rose nodded, then looked out at the city of New York.
"How's Joshua?" Rose asked suddenly.
"He's developed a cold sweat," said Jack. Rose reached her right hand up and put it on Jack's shoulder, which resulted in Jack wrapping his left arm around her.
"When do you think we're getting off this ship?" asked Rose. Jack shrugged.
"A day, an hour, a year," he said. "Only God knows."
"It's been more than a week since our feet have touched real ground," Rose said. Jack nodded. "Jack, what if we had gone down with the ship?"
"We still would be together, only Cal could have no access to us," Jack replied, laughing when he mentioned Cal having no access to them. Rose wasn't laughing, so Jack stopped.
"But what if only one of us went down?" Rose asked.
"Well, Rose, that depends. If it was you that went down, I would move on, but I'd never let go. I'd be a completely changed man. Nothing would be the same without you," Jack replied. "But if it were you, well…tell me, Rose. What would you do if I had gone down with the ship?"
"I'd be exactly the same," Rose told him. "Only Cal might try to hunt me down for the Heart of the Ocean, since you wouldn't have found it in my pocket."
"Did you even check to see what else Cal might have left in that pocket?" Jack asked.
"No. Not yet," Rose said. "Did you feel anything in the first pocket when you found the necklace?"
"Nope. Just the necklace," Jack replied. Rose reached her hand into the second pocket of the black coat that Cal had given her and pulled out a large wad of money. "Well, would ya look at that?"
Rose counted the money. "He left a little over ten thousand dollars," Rose said, clearly shocked. Jack seemed a little overexcited about it.
"Rose, this is insane! This idiot man left over ten thousand in this jacket pocket!" Jack exclaimed.
"Do you even want to be wealthy, Jack?" Rose asked quietly. Jack calmed down, then sat down. "It's not about the money. It's about the love we share."
"Yeah. I know. I just got a little carried away," Jack said. They watched as the sun began to set over New York City, and as they watched, Jack began to sing a familiar song quietly. "Come Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up she goes, up she goes. Balance yourself like a bird on a beam. In the air she goes. There she goes."
"Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh, my! The moon is on fire," sang Rose.
Jack took over the rest. "Come Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up, all on. Good-bye," he sang quietly. Rose kissed his cheek and leaned her head on his shoulder.