A DEEP OCEAN OF SECRETS
Chapter Twenty-Four

Time seemed to stop for Elisabeth. The wails and screams had faded away, the only sound filling her ears the lapping of the water. Elisabeth was shaking uncontrollably, her teeth chattering nonstop, her hair frozen and matted down to her head, her lips not even red anymore but blue, and her skin was tinted blue. She was out all alone. She couldn’t think about anything, wanted to cry, but couldn’t find the tears to shed. She still clung to the deck chair, trying to keep most of her body out of the water. Now, she was lying halfway on the chair and halfway off. The skirts of her dress were also halfway on the board, the ones not in the water frozen to the chair.

Elisabeth glanced at the stars, the only light reflecting into her sad, cold, helpless emerald eyes. She couldn’t stop shaking, and couldn’t stop thinking about the pain. But right now, the pain was starting to lessen. She almost felt…peaceful. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she glanced up at the stars, praying.

*****

Rose didn’t know how long it had been. Seconds, minutes, hours…it felt all the same to her. She was still holding onto Jack’s hand, and they were both shivering like leaves on a tree in the wind. Rose was leaning towards Jack vertically, their foreheads nearly touching one another’s. Rose could feel her clothes frozen to the board. She, too, was nearly feeling peaceful.

"I hope Elisabeth is safe," Rose whispered, staring into the water.

Jack nodded his head. "She is, Rose. I know she is."

Rose looked down into the water. "Come Josephine in my flying machine…going up she goes…" she tried to sing, but her voice came out croaky and hoarse in the cold. "Jack…"

"We have a song. That’s our song, Rose. Our song," Jack said weakly, his body shivering uncontrollably. He looked up at Rose with sad eyes. Hers seemed to be hollow, empty…like she wasn’t even alive in her mind. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Rose looked around. "It’s getting quiet," she mumbled, her lips shivering.

Jack was shivering more, considering he was in the water. But he looked up at Rose with reassuring eyes. "It will be just a few more minutes," he tried to say, but was finding it harder and harder to breathe. "It will take them just a couple of minutes to get the boats back." Jack saw Rose’s expression and felt like he needed to lighten her up somehow. Everyone was dying around them, and they were in dire need of hope. "I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly-worded letter to the White Star Line about this," he tried to joke, his voice raspy.

Rose let out a small chuckle, but it sounded more like a gasp of fear. She looked at Jack’s face and found his beautiful blue eyes in the dim light from the stars. "I love you, Jack," she said softly, trembling, after a pause. And she meant it with all of her heart.

Jack looked at her, thinking that she was giving up. And in her mind, she was. He had to make her stay strong. "No, Rose," he began, choking on the words he was trying to say because of the cold. "Don’t you say your good-byes. Don’t you give up."

Rose seemed to look right through him. "I’m so cold," she tried to say, her voice a little more than a whisper.

Jack squeezed Rose’s hand and got eye contact. Their foreheads were inches from one another. "R-Rose, listen to me. Y-y-you’re going to get o-out of t-t-this. You’re going to g-go on, and make lots of b-babies, and watch them grow…y-y-you’re going to die an o-old lady, warm in your bed…not here, not this n-night. Do you understand me?"

Rose was still shivering. "I can’t feel my body."

Jack felt like he was about to lose her. He gathered his breath and all the force he had to say what he needed to say. "Rose, l-listen to me. Winning that ticket was the b-b-best thing that ever happened to me. It b-b-brought me to you." By this time, Jack was having a hard time trying to speak in the cold. He felt himself freezing, but at the same time, he felt peaceful. "It brought me to you, Rose. And I’m thankful." Rose let out a sob, grasping his hand hard, not planning to let go. His lips were trembling and blue, but his eyes were unwavering. "You must do m-me this honor…t-t-that you will n-n-never give up…no m-m-matter w-what happens…no m-m-matter how hopeless…" He looked at Rose in the eyes and said forcefully, "Promise me n-now, Rose!"

She breathed. "I promise," she tried to say, as loud as she could.

Jack nodded. "And n-n-never let go of t-t-that promise."

Rose let out another sob, then another, then another. Her breath was heavy in the freezing air, her mind swirling every which way. But what she could focus on was Jack, and she nodded her head. "I’ll never let go, Jack," she said, trembling. "I’ll never let go."

Jack tried to smile, and he kissed the hand that was intertwined with his. "I love you, too, Rose," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Rose didn’t hear him, but in her heart she knew that he already did. They had been together through so much, good and bad, and she was not going to ever let go. Ever. He nodded reassuringly at her, and she nodded softly back.

*****

Elisabeth stared up at the galaxy of stars above her. A shooting star shot across the sky and she smiled faintly to herself. "Make a wish," she said, her voice trembling. She turned her head and looked around--death surrounded her. She wanted to close her eyes so badly, but at the same time, couldn’t allow herself to. She hoped Jack and Rose were all right. The last time she had seen them was when Rose had jumped out of the lifeboat.

Elisabeth didn’t know the time. She was beginning to lose all hope. She couldn’t keep fighting anymore. Everything was quiet, the lapping of the water the only thing she could hear.

*****

It was quiet. Rose had turned onto her back, staring up at the dark sky and stars. Her hand was still grasping Jack’s, frozen onto the wood. They were both absolutely still, but Rose’s mouth moved gently as she sang her and Jack’s song. It came peacefully, and she felt that way, too. She was numb from the cold, and she was glad for it.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine…going up she goes…" Her voice was raspy and barely audible, but with the silence of the environment around her, she could hear herself clearly. Her hair was frozen to the wood, spread out behind her like a magical lake. Her skirts were frozen to her legs, providing her not much comfort. She and Jack’s hands were frozen together, frozen upon the wood. As Rose looked up, she saw a shooting star flying across the sky. She remembered Jack telling her that a shooting star was a soul going to heaven, and she knew that many souls were going to heaven that night.

Rose suddenly heard a faint voice calling out. She turned her head slowly to the side, not moving any other part of her body. She looked into the darkness and saw a boat rowing through all of the dead, frozen bodies. There was a man with a flashlight, calling out to see if anyone would reply. The beam of light from the flashlight shot across her body and floated past her. They didn’t see that she was alive. The boat was fifty feet away, and they didn’t even see that she was alive.

Rose lifted her head and turned to Jack. His chin and hair were frozen to the wood, along with his hands, grasping Rose’s. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful. He wasn’t shivering. Rose was beginning to feel uneasy. "Jack," she mumbled, her voice croaky and barely audible.

No response.

Rose shook his hand, getting worried. "Jack!" She tried again. She looked at him, and saw that his face and hair were rimed with frost. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

But he wasn’t.

But Rose didn’t believe it. "Jack," she tried again with more force, shaking his hand. "Jack!" She felt tears prickling at her eyes. "There’s a boat, Jack!" Her voice seemed to drift right past him.

Rose looked at Jack a moment longer and realized what had happened. Jack had frozen to death. Rose leaned her forehead into Jack’s, which was frozen, and closed her eyes. Everything she had gained on board Titanic was now lost. What reason did she have to go on?

No, not lost…

Rose remembered the promise she had made to Jack. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, staring up after the boat. Her hair ripped from the board, as it had frozen there. She called out, but her voice was not even a whisper, she was so weak. She sat up more and waved the hand that wasn’t connected to Jack’s. "Wait! Come back!" she croaked as loud as she could. "Come back! Come back!"

But it was no use. They couldn’t hear her. Rose knew she had to survive. She looked down at Jack for a minute. Then she gently ripped her hand from Jack’s, breaking the ice that securely held them together. Tears ran down her cheeks as she kissed Jack’s limp, frozen, lifeless hand. "I’ll never let go. I promise," she whispered, and with one last kiss, she let Jack go. He sank down into the deep water, the darkness surrounding him and engulfing him. Rose stared after him, choking back sobs, his image never disappearing from her mind.

She watched the water for a moment longer, then looked up. She looked to her left and saw an officer with a whistle in his mouth, dead. Suddenly, she got an idea. With all of her strength, she rolled off the piece of wood and dog-paddled over to the officer floating nearby. The cold didn’t bother her as much, since she was completely frozen. She took the whistle from the officer’s mouth and started to blow.

The men in the boat heard Rose and they turned around. But she didn’t stop blowing until they had grasped her firmly around the waist and pulled her into the lifeboat. To safety.

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