Jack and Rose discovered that the White Star Line wasn't just providing lodgings for the survivors—it was providing them at the best hotels in the city. Their room was actually three—a bedroom, sitting room, and bathroom. It even resembled Rose's room on the Titanic a bit.
Jack couldn't help but be taken aback by his surroundings. He stood in the doorway and just let his eyes wander. He'd never desired wealth, and he still didn't. However, he couldn't help but be a bit blown away by the opulence of his surroundings. Rose, on the other hand, was less than thrilled. She motioned for Jack to close the door.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he answered. "I just can't believe they gave us this."
"We don't have to stay here…I mean, if you..." Rose trailed off. What was she trying to say, exactly?
Jack looked at her curiously. "What?"
"I just meant that if you think we should—"
"Wait," he interrupted her. "Do you not want to stay here?"
Rose felt like squirming under his gaze. "It's not that," she said slowly. "I just don't want you to think I couldn't handle it somewhere else."
"Rose."
"Yes?" she asked tentatively.
"I don't think that."
"You don't?"
"No." Jack laughed. "You need to stop worrying so much." He took her hand. "Didn't we already go over something similar to this earlier?"
Rose nodded. "I know."
"All right, then," he said, pulling her into a hug. "Let's not talk about it anymore. There's something more important we could be doing."
Rose looked up at him, slightly confused. "What are we supposed to be doing?"
"Well, I was thinking we could get married—if you want to," he said quickly.
Rose stared at him. "Today?" she asked, sounding as though she were slightly out of breath.
"Yeah." Jack wondered if maybe he shouldn't have brought it up so soon. "But we don't have to," he added.
"I want to!" Rose cried, tightening her arms around him.
"You do?" Jack was shocked by how relieved he felt.
"Yes! Of course I do." Rose raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you just saying something to me about worrying too much?"
Jack grinned sheepishly. "I might have said something like that."
"Well, you think about that and I'll go try to make myself look decent," Rose said, heading toward the bathroom. She didn't have any other clothes, but she could take a bath. It would be better than nothing.
"You never look decent!" Jack called after her.
Rose spun around in shock. "What?"
"You're always beautiful."
Rose shook her head. "You—" She wanted to be annoyed, but instead found it impossible to suppress a smile. "You need to behave while I'm in here," she said, removing her coat and shoes. She left them outside the door, which she shut behind her.
Jack picked up the coat. Maybe it could be sold. He still had ten dollars in his pocket, though he wasn't sure how it hadn't gotten lost at some point during the sinking. However, he knew that wasn't nearly enough. Rose was willing to live however he did, but he wasn't going to let her experience life on the streets. There would be no sleeping under a bridge for her. He knew he couldn't give her anything close to what she'd always had, but he was determined to give her something.
He turned the coat over, and as he did, he noticed one side felt slightly heavier than the other. Puzzled, he reached into the pocket. His hands closed around a hard object. What is that? he thought. He felt around a bit more as the realization hit him that he knew exactly he was holding. "It can't be," he said aloud, pulling his hand out of the pocket. It was. Jack stared, dumbfounded, at the Heart of the Ocean.
"Why—" Before he could finish the question, another, more important one, entered his mind. What might be in the other pocket?
Quickly, he laid the necklace on a table and plunged his hand into the other pocket. It was almost as though he were watching someone else as he laid stack after stack of money on the table. Slowly, he recovered from his shock. Here was the answer he needed. Here was what he needed to provide for Rose until he found another way, until they figured out what they were going to do next.
He heard the sound of Rose getting out of the tub. He grabbed the necklace and money and shoved them back into the coat pockets.
Rose stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her hair framed her face, the curls straightened temporarily by the water. Her eyes were brighter than they had been since the disaster began. She smiled at Jack. "What were you doing?"
"Nothing," he answered, hoping his voice sounded calm. "I need to go take care of something. Will you be okay here for a little bit?"
Rose nodded. "Where are you going?"
"It's a surprise," Jack said, giving her a quick kiss. "I won't be long," he added as he stepped out the door, coat in hand.