[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Indoors, two naked bodies are intertwined, and even body fluid, breathing and heartbeat are indistinguishable from each other.

Outside the window, the sharp blade sliced ​​through the sapphire mirror-like ocean surface, the propeller stirred the dark blue sea water, and the light blue lace rolled from the stern of the ship.

In the wheelhouse, the proud Captain John Edward Smith stared at the sea ahead.It's nice to get Blue Piao to show off, although a quick-and-dirty tactic might lower the image of the company and him.He has served the White Star Line for 38 years and served as a captain for 26 years.When he completes this sensational voyage and retires from the pinnacle of his career, what an honor and brilliance it will be!

In the machine room, the fire was booming, and the fireman was sweating profusely, adding fuel.The crankshaft flips up and down, and the steam piston reciprocates.

Telegraph operator Philip was busy sending expensive private telegrams for the first-class passengers, most of which were instructions for safety and stock trading.

On the bed stained with sweat and blood, there were continuous high and low shouts, * and sighs.

"Jack, I'm flying..."

"Keep your eyes open, Rose."

The night was getting darker, and the fog on the deck was getting thicker, and the stars seemed to be soaked in water.And the sea is extremely calm, like a boundless pond.

On the watchtower, the two watchmen kept rubbing their hands, shaking and complaining.

"Hey, gentlemen, do you have binoculars?" Rose took Jack's hand and called to the watchtower.

"Haven't seen it since Southampton, ma'am!" one of the lookouts shouted back.

Rose waved the telescope in her hand: "This is for you, I hope it can help you. It is said that there are many icebergs this season."

"Thank you, ma'am. You don't have to worry about it. I can smell the iceberg approaching." Another person took off his hat and put it back on his head in a hurry.

The other person stared blankly in front of him, his voice was dull, without any ups and downs: "Nonsense."

"Hmph, I just have a way. Ah...what the hell is that!"

On the sea in the distance, there is a small black shadow, which grows rapidly and approaches.

Is it a grey-white skull that is eerie and broken?Is it a ghostly ghost with open arms?Or condense into a substantial mist?

That is--

"iceberg!"

The lookout's voice broke and changed its tone. He grabbed the bell behind him and shook it vigorously, while picking up the phone: "Answer the phone, answer the phone..." He gasped for breath. As if muttering, "Bastard! Come and pick it up!"

Rose yelled, "Don't turn the boat! Go straight and let the bow hit the iceberg! Don't turn!"

At the time of chaos, no one listened to her words.

The iceberg approached quickly, like a gray crown made of skulls, floating leisurely and ghostly in front of the Titanic, as if to crown this "dream ship".

The Titanic threw itself into the open arms of the iceberg without hesitation.

The fierce, piercing, and hasty electric bell shattered the dream of the Titanic being "unsinkable", the fate of the entire crew, and Rose's desire to save the ship.

She opened her eyes wide, and saw the hull slowly and heavily turn left, turn left... her heart sank inch by inch, sinking.

For every inch the Titanic moved, the iceberg moved an inch closer.

The right edge of the iceberg appeared in those green, tearful eyes.

She closed her eyes resignedly.

"Back, be careful!" Jack put his arms around Rose's waist, pulling her back and jumping away.

The ice was crushed by the hull, and the hull was torn apart by the ice.The ice cubes scattered, the ice chips splashed, and strings of pearls were stirred up on the sea surface, like white foam from the mouth of a giant after its neck was strangled.The flying tiny ice flakes shone brilliantly under the light. Large and small ice cubes, icicles, ice grains, ice scum, and ice flakes poured all over the place where the two held hands just now.

The huge iceberg towered above the water like a monster emerging from the water. It moved slowly close to the Titanic, roaring and screaming at the impact.

Jack gasped, dumbfounded; Rose sighed and closed her eyes.

Some light sleepers in first and second class were awakened by the slight sound of scraping metal.

"Such a big wave!"

"Shouldn't it hit the rocks?"

"Perhaps the propeller is malfunctioning?"

Meanwhile, third class.

"Creamy, out the window, I swear to God I saw..."

Some chunks of ice with a smooth profile fell into the hold.

"Damn it, where did the water come from?"

The shoe floats on the water and gradually rises.

At the same time, in the cargo hold, the sea water was gray and cold, and it spewed in from the torn wound of the hull, like a machine gun shooting, like a high-pressure water gun extinguishing a fire, like a flood in Noah's era, instantly sweeping and submerging everything.

The parts below the waterline were cut by icebergs, as if a waxed zipper had been pulled open, and the cracked opening was like a glutton’s mouth, sucking the rushing seawater into the cabin.

The airtight compartment began to flood with water, and the flood swept in with turbid white foam.

In the boiler room, an iceberg pierced the ship's wall, and the sea rushed in rushing and clamoring.As soon as the boiler was immersed in the icy sea water, it immediately steamed and filled with smoke.The cold water that fell from the sky hit the workers' heads, and the steaming hot air wrapped around the workers' bodies. Some people were scalded to death and some were suffocated.

The Titanic lost power and finally stopped on the boundless Atlantic Ocean.

Rose felt her heart stop beating.

She is a little butterfly, flapping her wings, but she is still unable to resist fate, she can only watch the wheels of fate run over step by step, crushing all the good and dirty at the same time, and then burying her at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Passengers come on deck in their overcoats.Some are disgruntled, some are anxious, some are panicked, some are chattering.

Stars twinkled across the North Atlantic, echoing the warm yellowish light that radiated from the Titanic's windows.White smoke was steaming from four tall chimneys in yellow and black.Suddenly, three of them suddenly let out a deafening roar.

This scene made Rose feel very familiar.

Yes, in the previous life.

It was before the crossing.

She was sitting in the movie theater, drinking juice, eating popcorn, watching the classic special effects, she was moved to tears.

At this moment, she seemed to be on the screen.

She was watching the story, and then became a person in the story, and watched the exact same story again, repeating it.

The author has something to say:

☆、Destined in vain