Jack watched as Rose looked on in fear. She was trembling now in his arms and he couldn't believe how beautiful she managed to look even in the midst of trouble and chaos. All around them the people were screaming messages for loved ones while others began to rush the boats. Repeatedly, he heard the officer yell, "Keep back." One woman clutched her child tightly to herself as she was lowered into the boat.

Jack knew Rose had to go, but he wasn't prepared for the deep and nauseating feelings he had as he thought of being separated from her once again. As he remained handcuffed below decks, he imagined his drowning, never knowing she would soon be there. Cal had achieved his wishes was the only thought he recalled consistently in his mind. Then he heard her voice as she raced to find him. His heart filled with joy and admiration all the more at how she risked her life to find him. Remembering how much he loved her, his arms instinctively surrounded her shoulders, trying to keep her warm and safe.

Suddenly, gunshots erupted across the deck and Jack saw the weapon waving in the air. Looking quickly to Tommy and Fabrizio, he ordered, "You guys better check the other side."

Rose stared intently at the scene around her and a new panic seemed to arise in her eyes. One Jack was unable to explain. "It'll be fine, darling. There'll be another boat for the daddies. This boats for the mommies and the children. You hold Mommy's hand and be a good little girl." Right away, Jack realized why she seemed so scared. When they had arrived on the deck and seen Colonel Gracie, Rose told him of her discussion with Andrews about the amount of life boats. Now, he knew all too well what was to lie ahead for them.

"I'm not going without you."

He turned around to find Rose's eyes firmly focused on his, determination mixed with fear still evident in them. At first he couldn't believe his ears. What was she thinking? It was her complete way to safety. Still, her words echoed what he already felt in his heart. He didn't want her to leave, but knew she had to. Forcing back his own tears, he persuaded her, "No. You have to go."

She shook her head. It was the one task he could hardly bear to accomplish. Her devotion and willingness to stay with him moved him beyond words, but his main mission was on keeping her alive. Why had fate suddenly dealt him a bad hand? "No, Jack."

"Yes. Get in the boat, Rose."

Tears seemed to well up within her eyes and she simply stated again, almost begging him to give her the permission she needed, "No, Jack."

"Get in the boat, Rose."

"Yes, get in the boat, Rose." Cal approached them through the crowd. Quick glances of dread and hatred exchanged between him and Jack. It felt like a punch in the stomach even more painful than Lovejoy's earlier to Jack. Caledon Hockley was certainly the last person he desired to face at that moment in time. Why did he always have to interrupt his moments with Rose? The man did not give up.

Looking back to Rose, Jack saw the fear she felt when Cal was nearby. It was the same fear he saw as he escorted her back to their staterooms the night they met just a two nights before and a lifetime ago. Anger started to unravel his calm composure as he pondered over how Cal must have treated Rose after he had been led away in handcuffs. He fought them back and made his grip on her hand tighter, not wanting to let go and not wanting to lose her again.

The arrogant man's eyes racked her appearance over like a fire. "My God, look at you. You look a fright. Here, put this on." He tore off his coat, throwing the steerage blanket aside. Jack grew more flustered, his blood boiling beneath the surface. Even now, Cal was more concerned with appearances rather than Rose's life. She shrugged into the garment as Cal tried to smooth her hair.

Jack could no longer tolerate it and tore her away from his grasp. The task was almost impossible now. "Go on. I'll get the next one!"

"No! Not without you."