[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

The iceberg has been left behind, floating gently in the embrace of the sea, getting farther and farther away, until it shrinks into a gray-blue shadow.It appeared like a ghost, and disappeared like morning mist.Apart from the accumulation of ice on the deck and the sudden activity of rats, there was no indication that the iceberg had ever existed.

The lights are still bright, like the brightest starry sky in summer night.

"Come back with me, Jack." In the night on the deck, the young Rose's face was stern and determined.

"It's okay." Jack nodded and squeezed her hand hard.He looked around like a wild animal with vigilant eyes, and seemed to have an ominous premonition, and instinctively obeyed Rose's arrangement.

It's hard to imagine that the boudoir of the first-class lady hides ropes, whistles, brandy and life jackets. The life jackets are actually dyed orange, bright orange, bright enough to be dazzling.

Jack was not surprised, he just silently watched his lover walking back and forth, preparing items, and silently stared at the pair of green eyes that seemed calm but were actually burning.

She changed into tight underwear, put on a life jacket, and wrapped it in a thick coat.She looked at her lover with commanding eyes, and Jack obediently put on the life jacket, and found that there were two interlayers inside the life jacket. After unzipping the zipper, one of them was filled with chocolate, and the other was sealed.

Rose said calmly: "I have prepared a lot of chocolate, and chocolate replenishes calories quickly and effectively. Now we need to eat some, honey, eat more." She no longer considered the warning that eating sweet chocolate would make you fat.

"As I told you." Jack picked out a medium-sized piece and said inarticulately, "What's in the other sandwich?"

"Lime, quicklime."

"What an amazing idea."

"Don't worry, Jack, I have treated the material of the life jacket so it won't be corroded by lime."

"Okay, baby. Lime will heat up when it meets water, and chocolate will also add calories. What are you doing?" Jack tilted his head, his blue eyes were full of doubts, and he was very cute.

"Because I read a novel before boarding the ship, called "In vain", which is the work of the navigator Morgan Robertson. He described the largest and most luxurious passenger ship in the world sailing from Southampton, England to New York. Its maiden voyage. On a cold night in April, when sailing to the Atlantic Ocean, the passenger ship hit an iceberg, and the hull below the waterline was cracked. Because there were too few lifeboats on board, a large number of passengers died.” Rose couldn’t help it. To touch his cheek, "and the situation of the Titanic is strikingly similar to the description in "In vain"—the maiden voyage, the North Atlantic, the Titan and the Titanic, the sailing time, the month, the number of passengers and ships, the number of lifeboats, Loading capacity, length, number of propellers, speed per hour...it's like a prophecy."

"Could this genius novelist... describe the tragic fate of the Titan as hitting an iceberg?"

"You also have the talent to be a prophet, Jack." Rose smiled wryly. "The most terrible thing is that the reason for the death of a large number of passengers on the Titan is that there are not enough lifeboats."

"Damn!" Jack made a grimace and stuck out his tongue, "But I don't hate God's tricks. He let me meet you again, even on a ship that was destined to sink."

third class.

"What happened?" Tommy asked sleepily, his tongue and brain cells were inactive, "Jack hasn't come back yet..."

"It's flooding." Fabrizio turned over and jumped to the ground, "Ah!"

The cold water went up to the instep, up to the ankle, and continued to rise... This is not right, he shouted: "Get out of here! Get out of here!"

There was only darkness outside the window, and the light shining through the window was immediately swallowed up by the cold and heavy night over the Atlantic Ocean.A swarm of rats sprinted out from their hidden burrows, passing unafraid under human feet.They are frightened by something scarier than man.

Captain Smith entered the pilothouse. He was not wearing a coat or hat, and his white beard was trembling slightly.After asking a few words, the old captain immediately understood that things were not as simple as they seemed.He rushed out and saw a mountain of ice and icicles on the deck.

"Close the watertight door."

"Close Yinzhi."

"Call the carpenter to overhaul."

The Titanic is like a giant exhausted after fighting Zeus, crawling on the sea and panting.

The lights on the ship looked so pale in the boundless black curtain.

Those responsible for the ship were gathered in the wheelhouse.

"This is not good, Captain." Andrew unfolded a roll of blueprints, "In just 10 minutes, it was flooded fourteen feet."

Blue drawings, white lines, like intricate circuits.

"Flooding in the front cabin, three cargo holds, and No. [-] boiler room." He pointed to the drawings and paused word by word.

"That's right." The second officer nodded.

"When will the ship sail?" Esme was optimistic.There's nothing to worry about, and God can't do anything to her.

"Five compartments are flooded." Before Andrew could finish his sentence, the captain's face became as white as a beard.

"It's okay to get water in four places, but it's not a problem with five." Andrew's expression was colder than the iceberg that hit the Titanic just now, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. "The bow will sink first." He stopped to wipe off his sweat, "The water will overflow from the E layer and pass through the waterproof partition." He paused again a little bit unable to persist, "Go to the next cabin and continue to submerge. Prevent."

Smith was expressionless and said nothing.Esme paced back and forth, very restless.

Holding the last hope, the captain asked: "Can the pump work?"

"Pumping water can only be delayed for a few minutes. No matter what you do now, the Titanic will sink." The engineer made the final conclusion.

"This ship is unsinkable, it can't be!" Esme cried, his hands wringing uneasily.

"She's made of iron. I guarantee it will sink, and it will sink. You can't go wrong."

"How much time do we have?"

"One hour, two hours at most." The first mate replied affirmatively.

"How many people are on board?"

"2200 people."

One hour, 2200 people.

Two swords of Damocles hang over everyone's head.The final judgment is about to come.

In the telegraph room, the captain marked the coordinates of the Titanic on the telegram.He took off his hat, looked around, as if he wanted to engrave all this in his mind, and then took a deep breath: "Tell ships passing by that we are sinking and need immediate rescue."

Captain Smith took off his hat, his snow-white hair and beard joined together, put his hat on slowly, and turned away.

Telegraph operator Philip froze for a second, and immediately started working.His fingers jumped rapidly on the keyboard, and the sound of tapping the keyboard and telegraph was like a drumbeat, like a heartbeat.

A telecommunication signal that shocked the world and awakened the world was integrated into the upper atmosphere intertwined with countless radio waves.

1912年4月15日。午夜，凌晨12时15分。

The distress signal "CQD" and the Titanic's call code "MGY" were sent out six times in a row.

1912年4月15日。午夜，凌晨12时45分。

The latest distress signal "SOS" is issued.

It was the new call sign that had just been adopted at a recent international conference, and the Titanic became the first shipwreck to use it.

However, the closest ship to the Titanic would not come until four hours later with full power.

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☆、Fated farewell