TITANIC (Jack and Rose Story)

CHAPTER 2, DAY 2

TITANIC C2

“She’s the largest moving object ever made by the hand of a man in all history. And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews, here, designed her from the keel plates up.” Mr. Ismay said.

First class people joined together in their afternoon tea time in one table at the main dining hall. There they have Rose, Ruth, Cal, Molly, Mr. Bruce Ismay and the master shipbuilder Mr. Thomas Andrews.

“I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay’s” Cal said.

“He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.”

Rose felt a bit bored about their chatty moments. So she took some elegant cigar.

“You know I don’t like that, Rose.” Ruth whisphered.

“She knows!” Cal said. He grab Rose’s cigar from her hand and smashed it simply.

“You gonna cut her meat for her, too, there, Cal?” Molly asked in her curious way. They laughed. “Hey, who thought of the name, Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?” she continued.

“Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means, stability, luxury, and above all.. strength.” He answered.

“Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay?” Rose frankly asked him out of the topic. “His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be particular interest to you.” She teased him. Mr. Andrews and Molly smirked.

“What’s gotten into you?” Ruth asked in disbelief.

“Excuse me!” Rose walked out of their tea moment.

“I do apologize!” Ruth said to their fellow rich people after Rose was already gone.

“She’s a pistol, Cal. Hope you can handle her.!” Molly teased Cal.

“I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won’t I, Mrs. Brown?” he exclaimed.

 “Freud, who is he? Is he a passenger?” Mr. Ismay asked not knowing who was Rose talked about a while ago.

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Jack loves to draw. He’s always carrying his sketch pad wherever he goes. He had some different drawings in different angles with a different people.

“The ship is big, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s an Irish ship!” the father answered his son. Jack saw them talking near him seating beside the deck.

“is English, no?”

“No, it was built in Ireland. 15,000 Irishmen built this ship.”

“Solid as a rock. Big Irish hands.”

“Well that’s typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shit.”

Jack entered the talking session of the 2 man speaking about how the ship was built.

“Let us know where we rank in the scheme of things.”

“Like we could forget. I’m Tommy Ryan.” The man shakes hands with Jack. And now Jack has a new friend.

“I’m Jack Dawson.”

“Hello!”

“Fabrizio!” he offer his hand to Tommy.

“Hi!”

“Do you make any money with your drawings?” Tommy asked.

Jack paused a second to answer Tommy’s unexpected question because he saw an angelic face of a young lady leaning over the railings in one of the private deck above them. Tommy looked at the thing where Jack was looking at.