MAPS! jack dawson

CHAPTER THIRTEEN, dreams of the future

April 14th, 1912

Mckenna didn't remember closing her eyes, but her eyes opened as she heard a loud whistle and someone yelling for the boats to return. There were still so many people in the water. She felt her heart break at the sight. She wished there was something she could do. She was still exhausted, cold and in shock. But she couldn't give up,

"The boats are coming back, beautiful, we're gonna be okay." Jack mumbles, pressing a kiss to her head. His voice was stuttering and shaking from the cold, but he had to stay strong. For her. "Stay awake, alright?"

"I'm trying." Mckenna whimpers, her body trembling. She was so tired and cold. It was a miracle that they had lasted this long, but she didn't know how much longer she could stay afloat. "My body hurts. It's so freaking cold. I'm so tired, Jackie."

"I know, beautiful. I know." He says softly, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing. "But you have to stay awake. You can't give up. You have to stay strong. For me."

His eyes scan the area, his heart aching at seeing all the people struggling. He hoped that David and Rose were alright, he didn't know where they were and that was worrying him. They had to be out there somewhere, they were strong, they could survive this. He knew he had to have hope, he didn't want to lose that hope. "We're gonna get out of here. We're gonna get married one day, we're gonna have kids, and we're gonna grow old together. I promise you, Kenna."

Mckenna manages a smile, despite the pain and exhaustion. "That's all I could ever want." She whispers, her eyes watering. She wanted to believe they would get out of this, but her doubt was creeping in. "But Jack..."

"Don't. Don't even think like that, Kenna." Jack says firmly, his hands holding her face gently. "I know you're tired and scared, but we have to stay positive. We have to hold on."

Any warmth they had was now gone, their bodies freezing. The cold water had made their skin numb, their teeth chattering and their lips blue. It was starting to get more quiet, people getting weak, some were dying from the cold and hypothermia. Mckenna could hear their cries and screams, her heart aching. She could hear people talking around them, praying and crying. They were desperate. So was she and Jack. She couldn't let herself die, not now. Not after she and Jack had come this far. She had to live, for him and herself. She had to be strong. For him.

But the odds were against them, she didn't know if she could survive the freezing temperatures. Her body felt so weak, she was shivering uncontrollably. She felt like her body was going numb. She couldn't even feel her own toes.

"Kenna, keep talking. I need you to talk." Jack spoke up shakily, his voice laced with nerves and anxiety. When she had suddenly grew quiet, his heart had started to race. He needed her to stay awake. He didn't want to lose her, not after everything they had been through.

"Talk...Talk about what?" Mckenna mumbles, her teeth chattering. "Jack...I'm so tired." She mumbles, her voice soft. "I want to sleep." She felt herself slipping, her strength waning as the cold clung to her bones. Jack's voice was a faint beacon amidst the chaos and darkness. She's not sure how long they've been out there, it was probably hours now. She was growing weaker, her limbs numb and her body trembling. She was losing feeling in her fingers and toes, her chest tightening as the cold seeped into her bones. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, to escape the pain and suffering.

"No, don't go to sleep. I know you're tired, baby. Just...Talk about us." Jack said quickly, his mind scrambling for something. He needed her to stay awake, his voice becoming more frantic as he held her close. Jack sighs shakily, rubbing her back. He had to keep her awake. He had to make sure she stayed with him. But his own eyes were starting to close, his body shivering uncontrollably. It was hard to talk and stay awake. His mind was starting to shut down and he could feel his body getting colder, but he kept talking. "Remember...Remember when we first met? We were little kids and...At the playground and you pushed me off the swing."