Rose, our granddaughters, Brock, his friend, the rest of Brock's crew, and I were now in a submarine...
Submerging two miles down into the ocean... Brock's friend showed us a computer version of the collision of Titanic...
"Okay so here we go, she hits the burg on the starboard side right? She was punching holes like morse code"
He started beeping, to interpret what the sound of morse code was..as if we didn't know...
"Along the side, below the water,the lower compartment starts to flood,and when the water rises, it spills over the water-"
I honestly lost interest...we were there...
The horrors of what happened that night...
I will never forget.
I listened in again...even though the subject bored me
"So as the bow goes down, the stern rises up, slow at first, then faster and faster, until finally her whole ass is sticking up in the air"
As I saw the ship go up on the computer screen, I swallowed hard...
I could hear the screams as if I were there again..my heart rate was picking up..but he kept talking
"And that's a big ass, we're talking 20-30 thousand tons, and the ship isn't designed to deal with that amount of pressure, so what happens?"
He made a cracking noise, which made me flinch, the screams of children and woman clear in my head..
"She split"
The ship fell on the computer re-enactment and I took in a deep breath...
"The stern falls back level, and then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical, and finally detaches. Now the stern kind of bobs there like a cork for couple of minutes, until it finally goes under at about 2:20AM two hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section plades away landing about a half a mile away with a 20-30 notch till it hits the ocean"
The computer enactment shows the ship hitting the bottom of the ocean, and the man makes a crashing noise, which, isn't very helpful at this point...then he looks at us and smiles
"Pretty cool huh?"he asked still smiling.
Anger filled up in me. I began to shake
"Jessica he doesn't under-"
I cut Rose off.
"Cool?Cool?!Are you insane or just stupid?!"
I raised my voice gripping my chair tightly. Rose put a hand on mine as the guy frowned. I looked at her and hugged, crossing my arms.
"Thank you for that fine forensic analysis Mr. Bodine...of course..the experience of it was...somewhat quite different"
Rose said sadly. Brock gave his insensitive friend a death glare before turning back to us.
My anger died down closing my eyes...
Brock looked at us concerned.
"Will you two share with us?"
Brock asked with hope. I looked at Rose with a sigh.
"Well..it's hard to say...we weren't exactly together the entire time..so eventually our stories lean off from each other, and then come back to each other in the end"
I said looking at Brock. Brock nodded
"Then may I ask permission to...record your stories..and when it comes time to tell the story together, you can tell me together?"
Brock asked.
I looked at Rose and smiled warmly...
I stood up with all my might...took me a minute..but I did it...
"All these years I've been with out Tommy...I think it'd be a good thing to tell my story"
I said then looked back at Rose
"What do you think Rose?"
I asked her. She stood up with difficulty and walked next to me...starring at the television..where we saw Titanic's decayed remains..this..
This was the place where I fell in love...
Where I was happy and had fun with Tommy and Rose..and Jack...
My heart ached a little and I looked away... fighting back tears.
I placed my hand on my mouth closing my eyes...
Rose had covered her face with her hands..she was feeling the same way I was...
"Grand mum..ya need to rest. This is too much stress on yer heart"
Rosey said Lizzie walked over as well
"They both need rest-"
I backed away from them.
"No Rosey.."
I said sniffling.
"Come on Grandmom" Lizzy said more sternly.
"No!"
Rose yelled then sat down.
I looked at Brock and nodded.
"Tell us Rose.. Jessica..."
Brock pleaded.
I sighed shaking my head then Rose began
"It's been 84 years-"
"It's alright, just tell us what ever you ladies remember"
he had cut off Rose. I looked at him in annoyance.
"Do you want to hear this or not Mr. Lovett?"
I asked. He nodded, apologetically then Rose started again..
"It's been 84 years..and I can still smell the fresh paint...the china had never been used... sheets had never been slept in..."
Rose started..I smiled then looked out the submarine window.
"Titanic was called..the Ship of Dreams...and it really was..."
I said....closing my eyes....remembering everything....
YOU ARE READING
This Love Will Last an Eternity
RomansaRose and Jessica are cousins. Her father was Jessica's uncle. Jessica was born and raised poor. It was only 5 years ago, that her father, in desperation to get out of debt, like Rose's late father, because they made debt together, begged a wealthy m...
