SPARKS20. the rescue
April 14th, 1912
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JOSEPHINE NEEDED TO FIND JACK.
And most of all, she needed to do it quickly. As she ran the mostly empty halls, she had the feeling that this ship was going to sink quick - and considering the fact that Jack had been taken into arrest quite a while ago, she just prayed that she would get to him in time.
"Mr. Andrews!" Josephine shouted as she ran the halls, the dress she was wearing flying behind her.
She turned in every direction she could think of, her mind turning to a blank as she ran from one empty hall to another. If she didn't find Mr. Andrews, Josephine did not know how she would possibly be able to locate Jack.
"Mr. Andrews!" she shouted once more.
As Josephine turned a corner, a relieved sigh escaped her lips. Standing at the end of the hall with a life vest in hand was the very person she had been searching for. As she approached him, he turned to her and the look that dawned on his face could only be described as pure worry.
"Mr. Andrews, thank god," she grasped his shoulders with a sharp gasp for air.
"Josephine, what are you doing?" the man asked quietly.
"Where would the master at arms take someone under arrest?" she cut right to the question.
"What?" he furrowed his brows "you need to get to a boat right away - the ship is sinking, Josephine."
"I know that!" she snapped lightly "that's why I need your help."
"Get to a boat," he urged her once more.
"Jack has been falsely arrested - and it's all my fault," Josephine quickly rambled "I need to find him. And pardon my language - but this is a big ass ship! I'm doing this with or without your help, sir."
"Fine," he nodded with a defeated look "take the lifts to the very bottom, then take a left. You'll see the crew passage - go in and take a right, then another left. You should come to a long corridor."
Josephine repeated his words three times in her head before looking up at him and nodding "I've got it, thank you."
"Take care!" he exclaimed as she ran away.
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Hayran Kurgu*there is a story called "Waves of the Ocean" which is a copy from this book without permission - please do NOT read it. 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 | Josephine Bukater Lauder was everything a well brought up girl should be. She had been taught to speak when spoke...