Titanic (Jack X Reader)

Chapter Five: They Talk

The next morning, (Y/N) went down to Third Class to meet up with Jack to thank him for the rescue the night before. But they soon just walked around the deck with Jack telling more about himself to (Y/N). Not that she seemed to mind.

"Well, I've been on my own since I was 15 since my folks. And I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country. So I lit on out of there and I haven't seen them since. You could just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind," Jack said before switching to another subject, "Well, (Y/N)... we've walked about a mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up but I reckon that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?"

"Mr. Dawson, I-"

"Jack."

"Jack..." (Y/N) corrected herself, "I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for... for pulling me back but for your discretion."

"You're welcome."

"Look, I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?"

"No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?"

"Well, I... It was everything. It was my whole world and all the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me, powerless to stop it," (Y/N) showed Jack the giant ring that Cal had given her

"God!" Jack was shocked at the size, "Look at that thing. You would have gone straight to the bottom."

"500 invitations have gone out. All of Philadelphia society will be there and all the while I feel I'm... standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up."

"Do you love him?"

(Y/N) was surprised by the question, "Pardon me?"

"Do you love him?"

"You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this."

"Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?"

"This is not a suitable conversation."

"Why can't you just answer the question?"

(Y/N) laughed nervously, "This is absurd. You don't know me, and I don't know you and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now," (Y/N) shook hands with Jack, "Jack. Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you..."

"And you've insulted me," Jack added

"Well, you deserved it."

"Right."

"Right."

(Y/N) couldn't stop shaking his hand which just amused Jack at that point.

"I thought you were leaving," Jack said with an amused smile.

"I am," (Y/N) said starting to leave but turned back to him, "You are so annoying."

Jack chuckled as she started to leave. But (Y/N) was quick to turn back

"Wait. I don't have to leave. This is my part of the ship. You leave," (Y/N) said pointing away from her

"Oh-ho-ho, well, well, well," Jack was still amused by this girl, "Now who's being rude?"

(Y/N) said nothing, not knowing how to respond to that. She saw the art folder that Jack had been carrying around and took it from him, asking what it was. She opened it to reveal all of Jack's work. She sat down to look at them more and Jack sat next to her. All the drawings were of people. A lot of them naked women

"Jack, this is exquisite work," (Y/N) said, admiring the work

"Ah, they didn't think too much of them in old Paree," Jack said

"Paris? You do get around for a poor..." (Y/N) cut herself off, "well, uh, uh, a person of limited means."

"Go on, a poor guy. You can say it."

(Y/N) turned the page to see sketches of a naked woman

"And these were drawn from life?" (Y/N) asked

Jack nodded while (Y/N) hid the pictures from a passing man. 

"Well, that's one of the good things about Paris. Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off," Jack said

(Y/N) chuckled and turned the page again to see the same woman over and over.

"You liked this woman," (Y/N) commented, "You used her several times."

"Well, she had beautiful hands, you see?" Jack said

"I think you must have had a love affair with her."

"No, no, no, no, no. Just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See?"

Jack showed (Y/N) a full-body picture he drew of the prostitute, proving that she did indeed only have one leg. (Y/N) was surprised by it

"Ah, she had a good sense of humor, though. Oh, and this lady..." Jack turned the page to reveal an upper-class lady, "she used to sit at this bar every night wearing every piece of jewelry she owned just waiting for her long-lost love. Called her Madame Bijou. See how her clothes are all moth-eaten?"

(Y/N) sighed, "Well, you have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people."

"I see you."

"And?"

"You wouldn't have jumped."

Meanwhile, back in First Class, (M/N) was talking with two other women about how the whole point of going to university was to find a suitable husband and that (Y/N) has already done that. One of the women pointed out that Molly was coming over. (M/N) told them to start leaving before Molly spotted them. But Molly caught them just as they were leaving, explaining that she hoped to catch them all at tea.

(M/N) told her that she had just missed them and that they were heading off to get some air on the boat deck. Molly thought that was a great idea as she could catch them up on her gossip during that time. So they all left to go there. They walked passed Mr. Ismay and the Captain on their way out. Mr. Ismay was voicing his disappointment at the fact the Captain hadn't lit the last four boilers.

The Captain told him that he didn't see the need to as they were making excellent time. Mr. Ismay told him that the press already knew of Titanic's size and now he wanted them to marvel at her speed. He also wanted to ensure that her maiden voyage made headlines when they arrived in America.

The Captain voiced his concerns about pushing the engines until they had been properly run in. Mr. Ismay pretended to back down before continuing on about what a glorious end of the Captain's career would be if they made it to America before the estimated date. The Captain silently considered it which didn't go noticed by Mr. Ismay who knew he had just gotten his way.