jack & rose: life is a road

"Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. wearing this."

"Alright"

"Wearing only this."

His eyebrows moved in amazement. Rose left to go get changed and jack

"The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like porcelain doll. And as a paying customer I expect to get what I want." She tossed him a dime. She dropped the see-through robe. He gulped and told her to lie down on the couch. He directed her on how to pose. Small talk was made, but he was lost in concentration. Once he finished he signed his initials and dated it. He handed it to her, and she handed him the jewelry box of the 'heart of the ocean' necklace.

"Put this back in the safe for me please." She asked. He quickly obeyed. She went to change into more covering clothes before any of Cal's staff saw her clothing-less and with Jack. Neither of them knew that would be the last time Titanic ever saw daylight. But what if Jack didn't die. What if Jack miraculuously survived by balancing himself and rose on the broken door floating on the water. Rose was saved, but once she leaped into the boat, the door cracked some more, gnarling Jack's pants. Rose grabbed him by the hand and tried to pull him up. The guard that was piloting the boat helped her pull him in. The captain of the life boat hands her a blanket, Jack pulls it around Rose's shoulders. She pulls him under the blanket as well.

"He needed warmth." She would explain. Hours of drifting in the traumatic, calm ocean The Carpathia picked them up.

Morning came, Rose was sitting with her legs stretched out on a bench on the 2nd class deck and Jack's head was resting on her lap. She pulled the blanket over him and embraced herself tighter within her own blanket. She heard Cal come down the steps.

"Sir, I don't think any of your peoples are down here." An usher assured. Cal ignored the statement and continued looking. Rose stayed quiet hoping he wouldn't find her. Luckily he didn't.

That night when the Carpathia completed it's voyage to America and sailed right by the Statue of Liberty, it began raining. An employee at Ellis Island asked her for her name; Jack was standing behind her.

"Dawson. Rose Dawson." She replied with a smile on her face. Jack looked at her astoundedly.

"Thank you." The employee responded. He took down Jack's name and moved onto other people on the ship. Jack guided Rose to sit down.

"Why did you say my lastname with your first name?" Jack asked.

" I told you before the ship sank, once It docked in America I was getting off with you. My decision hasn't changed." She replied smiling so brightly, she dimmed the sun. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently in the rain. They broke apart for air, and that was when she dropped the question on him.

"I want to see your whole world, as your wife. Lets get married."

"Miss Dewitt Bukater would you do me the pleasure of remaining by my side for the rest of my life as my wife?" Jack kneeled down on one knee and gently held her hand. Her smile spread even further across her face. "Yes Jack. I'd love too."

He stood on both feet and picked her up swinging her around. She wrapped his arms around her and kissed her so passionately and beautifully it was like seeing a rose blossom for the first time in the beginning of spring.

Rose and Jack made their home in Radelle, Wisconsin. A tiny house near the lake Jack told Rose about his ice fishing incident.

Five years after the Titanic accident, the memory of it started to fade away from their daily lives. Rose grew accustomed to living with limited expectations, and it turns out it is what she has always wanted. Cal certainly couldn't give her the kind of happiness Jack has given her. ahh i'll continue this later i'm tired lol.