Titanic

O.10

Authors note:

****WATCH THE VIDEO AT THE END!****
The video is what happened last chapter and what is happening in this chapter.
You're nearing the end!!
Thank you for everyone who has stuck with the book this long!!
Couldn't write this book without James Cameron haha if you get my joke.

Thanks,
S.
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Jacks point of view:

I am lead down to the lowest deck in handcuffs while Lovejoy is beside me on my left arm, and the Master at arms is on my right.

We finally reach to where I'll be kept. It says "master at arms" on the door.

They handcuff me to a large white pipe next to a window. The water has completely covered the window now. If they didn't let me go, I would drown.

They both leave me in the room alone.

I pull on the pipe with all my strength. It's not budging. I hear a gurgling sound. Water pours under the door, spreading rapidly across the
floor.

"Shit!"

I trie to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin is
raw... no good.

"Help!! Somebody!! Can anybody hear me?!"  I shout out as loud as I can.  I can't believe Rose would think that I stole the diamond. She knows me.

This could be bad, I say to myself.

I give up on trying to free my hands and stand up on the lower pipe because the water was rising fast.

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Roses point of view:

I am in the first class corridor now.  Making my way down to find Jack.  I see Mr. Andrews opening stateroom doors. 
"Anybody in here?" He yells.

I run up to him breathlessly.

"Mr. Andrews, thank God! Where would the Master at Arms take someone under
arrest?!" I ask frantically

He looked puzzled, "What? You have to get to a boat right away!"

I stop him from walking, "No! I'll do this with or without your help, sir. But without will take longer,"

He sighs heavily, "Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left, down the crewman's passage, then make a right,"

"Bottom, left, right. Got it," I start to run past him.

"Hurry Rose!" 

I run till I spot a elevator. I run up as the last Elecator Operator is closing up his lift to leave.

"Sorry, miss, lifts are closed--"

Without thinking, I grab him and shove him back into the lift.

"I'm through with being polite, goddamnit!! I may never be polite the rest
of my life! Now take me down!!" I command.

He fumbles to close the gate and starts the lift.

Through the wrought iron door of the elevator car I can see the decks
going past. The lift slows. Suddenly Ice water is swirling around my legs.
I scream in surprise. So does the operator.