TITANIC: A STORY TOLD
Chapter Fifty-Eight

 

Jack, Rose, and the others burst out onto the boat deck from the crew stairs just aft of the third funnel. They looked at the empty davits.

"The boats are gone!" Rose exclaimed.

She saw Colonel Gracie chugging forward along the deck, escorting two first class ladies.

"Colonel! Are there any boats left?"

Gracie stared at her bedraggled state. "Yes, miss...there are still a couple of boats all the way forward. This way, I’ll lead you!"

Jack grabbed her hand and they sprinted past Gracie, with Tommy and Fabrizio close behind.

Incredibly, the band was still playing. Jack, Rose, and the others ran by.

"Music to drown by. Now I know I’m in First Class," Tommy commented.

*****

Water poured like a spillway over the forward railing on B Deck. Murdoch and his team were loading Collapsible C at the forward-most davits.

There were four so-called collapsibles, or Engelhardt boats, including two which were stored on the roof of the officers’ quarters.

The crowd there was sparse, with most people still aft. Cal slipped his hand out of the pocket of his overcoat and into the waist pocket of Murdoch’s greatcoat, leaving the stacks of bills there.

"So we have an understanding then?"

Murdoch nodded curtly. "As you’ve said."

Cal, satisfied, stepped back. He found himself waiting next to J. Bruce Ismay. Ismay did not meet his eyes, nor anyone’s. Lovejoy came up to Cal at that moment.

"I’ve found her. She’s just over on the port side. With him."

"Women and children? Any more women and children?" Murdoch glanced at Cal. "Anyone else, then?"

Cal looked longingly at his boat...his moment had arrived.

"God damn it to hell! Come on."

He and Lovejoy headed for the port side, taking a shortcut through the bridge.

Bruce Ismay, seeing his opportunity, stepped quickly into Collapsible C. He stared straight ahead, not meeting Murdoch’s eyes.

Murdoch stared at Ismay. "Take them down."

*****

On the port side Lightoller was getting people into Boat Two. He kept his pistol in his hand at that point. Twenty feet below them the sea was pouring into the doors and windows of B Deck staterooms. They could hear the roar of water cascading into the ship.

"Women and children please. Women and children only. Step back, sir."

Even with Jack’s arms wrapped around her, Rose was shivering in the cold. Near her a woman with two young daughters looked into the eyes of a husband she knew she might not see again.

"Good-bye for a little while...only for a little while." He spoke to his two little girls. "Go with mummy."

The woman stumbled to the boat with the children, hiding her tears from them. Beneath the false good cheer, the man was choked with emotion.

"Hold mummy’s hand and be a good girl. That’s right."

Some of the women were stoic, others were overwhelmed by emotion and had to be helped into the boats. A man scribbled a note and handed it to a woman who was about to board.

"Please get this to my wife in Des Moines, Iowa."

Jack looked at Tommy and Fabrizio.

"You better check the other side."

They nodded and ran off, searching for a way around the deckhouse.

"I’m not going without you."

"Get in the boat, Rose."

Cal walked up just then.

"Yes. Get in the boat, Rose."

She was shocked to see him. She stepped instinctively to Jack. Cal looked at her, standing there shivering in her wet dress and shoes, a shocking display in 1912.

"My God, look at you." He took off his coat. "Here, put this on."

he numbly shrugged into it. He was doing it for modesty, not the cold.

"Quickly, ladies. Step into the boat. Hurry, please!"

"Go on. I’ll get the next one."

"No. Not without you!"

She didn’t even care that Cal was standing right there. He saw the emotion between Jack and Rose and his jaw clenched. But then he leaned close to her and said, in a low voice, "Look, I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side of the ship. Jack and I can get off safely. Both of us."

Jack smiled reassuringly. "I’ll be all right. Hurry up so we can get going...we got our own boat to catch."

"Get in...hurry up, it’s almost full."

Lightoller grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the boat. She reached out for Jack and her fingers brushed his for a moment. Then she found herself stepping down into the boat. It was all a rush and blur.

"Lower away!"

The two men watched at the rail as the boat began to descend.

Cal spoke to Jack in a low voice. "You’re a good liar."

"Almost as good as you."

"I always win, Jack. One way or another." He looked at him, smiling.

Jack knew he was screwed. He looked down at Rose, not wanting to waste a second of his last view of her.

Rose’s perception seemed to be in slow motion. The ropes going through the pulleys as the seamen started to lower. All sound going away...Lightoller giving orders...his lips moving...but Rose heard only the blood pounding in her ears...this could not be happening...a rocket burst above in slow motion, outlining Jack in a halo of light...Rose’s hair blowing in slow motion as she gazed up at him, descending away from him...she saw his hand trembling, the tears at the corners of his eyes, and could not believe the unbearable pain she was feeling.

Rose was still staring up, tears pouring down her face.

Suddenly she was moving. She lunged across the woman next to her. Reached the gunwale, climbing it...hurled herself out of the boat to the rail of the A Deck promenade, catching it, and scrambling over the rail. Boat Two continued down. But Rose was back on Titanic.

"No Rose! No!"

Jack spun from the rail, running for the nearest way down to A Deck.

Hockley too had seen her jump. She was willing to die for this man, this gutter scum. He was overwhelmed by a rage so all consuming it eclipsed all thought.

*****

Jack banged through the doors to the foyer and sprinted down the stairs. He saw her coming into the A Deck foyer, running toward him, Cal’s long coat flying out behind her as she ran.

They met at the bottom of the stairs, and collided in an embrace.

"Rose, Rose, you’re so stupid, you’re such an idiot--"

And all the while has was kissing her and holding her as tightly as he could.

"You jump, I jump, right?"

"Right."

Hockley came in and ran to the railing. Looking down he saw them locked in their embrace. Lovejoy came up behind Cal and put a restraining hand on him, but Cal whipped around, grabbing the pistol from Lovejoy’s waistband in one cobra-fast move.

He ran along the rail and down the stairs. As he reached the landing above them he raised the gun. Screaming in rage, he fired.

The carved cherub at the foot of the center railing exploded. Jack pulled Rose toward the stairs going down to the next deck. Cal fired again, running down the steps toward them. A bullet blew a divet out of the oak paneling behind Jack’s head as he pulled Rose down the next flight of stairs.

Hockley stepped on the skittering head of the cherub statue and went sprawling. The gun clattered across the marble floor. He got up, and reeling drunkenly went over to retrieve it.

*****

The bottom of the grand staircase was flooded several feet deep. Jack and Rose came down the stairs two at a time and ran straight into the water, fording across the room to where the floor sloped up, until they reached dry footing at the entrance to the dining saloon.

Hockley reeled down the stairs in time to see Jack and Rose splashing through the water toward the dining saloon. He fired twice. Big gouts of spray near them, but he was not a great shot.

The water boiled up around his feet and he retreated up the stairs a couple of steps. Around him the woodwork groaned and creaked.

Cal called to them. "Enjoy your time together!"

Lovejoy arrived next to him. Cal suddenly remembered something and started to laugh.

"What could possibly be funny?"

"I put the diamond in my coat pocket. And I put my coat...on her."

He turned to Lovejoy with a sickly expression, his eyes glittering.

"I give it to you...if you can get it."

He handed Lovejoy the pistol and went back up the stairs. Lovejoy thought about it...then slogged into the water. The ice water was up to his waist as he crossed the pool to the dining saloon.

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