It wasn't long before the next morning came. Jack woke up in their second class room and looked out the window. The sun was just rising, and the Carpathia was pulling into port. It seemed a little strange for Jack, because the ship of dreams, the best thing that had ever happened to him, wasn't bringing him and his Rose to New York. But if it hadn't been for the Titanic's sinking, Jack wouldn't be able to share a bed with Rose. He lightly shook her.
"Rose," he whispered. "Rose." Rose stirred slightly in her sleep, then rolled over to face him.
"Hmm," she said sleepily.
"The Carpathia just pulled into port. Should we get off early or wait until the prizewinning pair of stupid names gets off first?" Jack asked her quietly.
Rose laughed. "I'd like a little bit of sleep first," Rose mumbled, and she turned back over on her side and fell asleep.
"All right. I'm going to go have a smoke then," Jack whispered, and he got out of bed, grabbed the coat that Cal had given Rose and left the room quietly. About half an hour after he'd left, there was banging on their bedroom door that startled Rose.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Carpathia’s Master-at-Arms," said a man on the other side of the door. "We have a complaint about stolen money from a Mr. Caledon Hockley.”
"Uh…don't come in! I'm…naked." Rose stalled, creeping towards the porthole. She opened it.
"Ma'am, this is no time for excuses. Please open the door," said the Master-at-Arms. Rose quietly slipped out of the room and closed the porthole window. "Ma'am, if you do not open this door, we will be forced to enter on our own." The man waited for an answer, which never came. "All right. We're coming in!" The door burst open, and four crewmembers, followed by Cal, walked in, only to find the room empty. Meanwhile, Rose was running on the top deck of the Carpathia, searching for Jack.
"Jack! Jack!" she called. She ran to the upper top deck and looked around. She finally spotted Jack by the stern. "Jack!" Jack turned around when he heard his name being called and saw Rose racing down the stairs and to him. She was out of breath when she reached him.
"Rose, what is it? I thought you were sleeping!" he exclaimed. He was shocked to see her there.
"Cal got the ship's Master-at-Arms looking for us about that coat," Rose told him.
"What? Are you kidding me?" Jack exclaimed.
"We have to get off this ship now!" Rose told him. Jack looked up to see the walkway being guarded by two crewmembers.
"I have a plan," Jack said. He took Rose's hand and ran towards the first class deck. His voice turned to a whisper. "You're not going to like this, but the only way we can get off this deck is by borrowing someone else's clothes."
"Jack, that's insane! Then the whole city will be after us!" Rose exclaimed.
"Rose, do you want to be arrested?" Jack asked. Rose just looked at him, and he sneaked into a room, returning with a fancy red dress, almost like the one Rose had worn at the Irish party in third class on the Titanic, a large red hat, and a black bowler hat. "Go put this on." He handed Rose the dress, and she raced to an empty room to change into it. She walked out looking for Jack and bumped into a man.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Shh!" snapped the man, who happened to be Jack. "Now remember, your name is Gwyneth Jordan. You're a young woman who’s engaged to John Butler. That's me." Rose nodded, and they walked over to where the crewmembers were.
"Why are you leaving early?" asked one of the crewmembers.
"We have a train to catch, sir," said Jack in a deeper voice.
"Uh-huh. And your name is?" asked the crewman.
"John Butler and my fiancé, Gwyneth Jordan. We are traveling to San Diego for our wedding," replied Jack.
The guard looked at a list and smirked. "Well, Mr. Butler," he said. He sneezed. "Good luck with your wedding." Rose nodded to them, and she and Jack left the ship with a suitcase each. It was still early, so none of the stores were open yet, and few people were out.
"That was a close call, Jack! For a moment, I thought they'd seen past us," Rose said.
"I know. So did I," Jack replied. He looked around him at New York. "We don't exactly have a place to stay."
Rose thought for a moment. Then her face lit up. "Yes, we do! My father!" she exclaimed.
Jack gave her a confused look. "Isn't your father dead?" he asked.
"No. He just said that to get away from my mother," Rose replied.
"I can see why," Jack said.
Rose laughed. "Secretly, since he ‘died’…" She put the emphasis on “died”. "…he's been writing letters to me. He said that if I ever needed to escape my mother, I should come visit him in Manhattan."
"So, I'm guessing that we're going to your father's?" Jack asked.
"Yes! Why not?" Rose asked, clearly excited.
"Well, are you sure he'll approve of me?" Jack asked.
"Jack, I'm seventeen. He should accept my decisions," Rose replied.
Jack nodded. "Then let's go," Jack said, and hand-in-hand, Jack and Rose set off for Manhattan.