CONVICTED
Chapter Five

I woke up the next morning when a beam of sunlight shone in from a broken window.

"Jack…come on. It’s time to get up," I said, shaking his arm.

He woke with a start and yawned widely. He smiled at me and offered his arm. I smiled back and pulled him to his feet.

"We’d better get going," he said, heading for the door.

"Um…Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe I should go out first."

He stopped at the door and laughed.

"Yeah. Probably."

Jack pulled a coat over his head, like that was any use, and I went out the door. The Triplicate, our ship, was already at the docks and loading people on board. This ship was about half the size of the Titanic, but it was still filled with snobbish rich people who didn’t seem to care about what had happened to the Titanic.

I tugged on Jack’s jacket and we maneuvered through the crowd of people who were waving good-bye to their loved ones who were going on the ship. Some were crying, as if they were terrified that the same thing could happen to their loved ones like on the Titanic.

I shuddered at the thought and pushed Jack up a ramp. Once we were climbing up, he pulled off his jacket and we talked to one of the officers. I handed him our tickets.

"Have you gone through the inspection queue?" he asked.

"Twice," I said, and the officer nodded, letting the two of us on board.

Jack fixed his hair and we walked through the cramped hallways, looking for our cabin. When we found it, the room was completely empty, people wise. Jack jumped up on the top bunk and tossed his stuff on his pillow.

"Oh, sure. Give me the bottom bunk," I said with a smile.

"Last time you fell off the top bunk. Remember?" Jack asked, laughing.

I rubbed the back of my head.

"Oh, yeah. Still feeling that."

I placed my stuff on my bunk and Jack and I went to the top deck. We waved good-bye to all the people and soon the ship was setting sail. I went to the front of the ship and sat on the white railing.

Jack sat beside me and took my hand.

"Nothing will happen this time. We’re gonna get to Maine and live good, happy lives," he said, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"Because I’m right here to make sure nothing happens."

"I can always count on you to be my hero, can’t I?"

Jack puffed out his chest with pride.

"Of course you can."

Slowly, the town began to disappear once more, as I remembered it from the Titanic. But my heart was filled with dread at being back on another ship.

What happened if something went wrong?

I looked at all the lifeboats stretched out along the side of the ship, and then at all the people who were walking about merrily.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes…" Jack sang quietly.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Chapter Six
Stories