Titanic Alternate HISHE

==Plot==
Will Jack and Rose survive?
==Transcript==
Jack clung to the broken door for dear life, clutching my hand. "Rose, no matter what happens, promise me that you won't give up on life-"
"Jack, climb up on this door with me. If we balance the weight right, we can both float on this door until we get rescued. Please Jack, we have to try," I suggested, wanting nothing more than to keep my savior alive. He had saved me, why shouldn't I have saved him?
"I don't know…"
"Please? For me?" I begged before scooting back on the board a bit so that he could climb up. "Life isn't worth anything to me if I can't spend the rest of it with you."
Jack contemplated that idea for a moment. He finally decided to struggle up onto the makeshift raft. With all of the strength he possessed, he launched himself onto the elegantly and intricately carved piece of wood which rocked under the newly added weight, but it didn't tip. Jack then threw his arms around me and kissed my hair.
An immeasurable amount of time later, what seemed like hours to us, a blinding light lit the tragic aftermath of the sinking of the Titanic. Countless frozen bodies floated in the black water which reflected the black sky- the perfect scene for this tragic reality. I was absolutely terrified. I saw death that night than I had seen in my whole life.
"Jack, there's a boat!" I whispered hoarsely.
"Yes. Over here!" he shouted, waving one hand frantically in the air while holding on to me with the other. "Over here!"
The men in the boat could barely be heard. Their voices were nothing but a murmur drown out by the soft lapping of the deadly waters. The bright light scanned the ocean for survivors, their small row boat slowly moving forward.
"Over here!" Jack yelled again. Suddenly, the light settled on the us, illuminating our faces with its eerie yellow glow.
One of the men in the boat exclaimed, "Over there!" In the distance you could barely see his pointer finger. The boat started moving a bit faster. Of course the men had to move the bodies out of the way.
Later it was recorded that three hundred dead people were fished out of the sea. Only seven were rescued by the rowboat. That included Jack and I. Jack went on to become an amazing artist and proposed a year later to which I happily agreed. We now have four children and a King Charles Spaniel, my fifth child. Since that memorable night, I still haven't given up on life. Neither has Jack. We both try to live every day to its fullest.
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Okay, I know this isn't usually how I would write a story for fanfic, but this is the way me and my friend thought it should end. It starts at the part where Rose is about to jump over the banister. It's not very serious and if ten people want me to take it off, I will.
THE WAY TITANIC SHOULD HAVE ENDED!
"Well, If you jump I'm gonna have to jump in after you," said Jack. He started taking off layers of unnecessary clothing and his brown, clunky boots.
"That's insane. You'll die," said Rose. She was breathing heavy now, from either the cold air or the possibility that she might die jumping off the boat of her dreams.
"You're right, I would," said Jack. He ran towards her and pushed her, causing her fingers to slowly slip away from the banister. She desperately made a grab for the banister, missing it by just a hair. She started to plummet towards the freezing ocean, her black and red evening dress floating around her. A blood-curdling scream filled the night sky. It was so loud; it could have cracked an iceberg. Within 30 seconds, there was a splash, and the screaming stopped.
Cal came running out, his hair a mess. Behind him came Rose's mother came walking out gracefully, but still had a panicked look on her face. Cal leaned over the banister, looking at Rose's broken figure in the water. He ran his fingers through his hair, and paced the floor. He looked at Jack who was just standing there, hands in his pockets, and whistling. He walked towards Jack.
"You," he said. "Did you kill her?" He had a look of such anger on his face, Jack thought her was going to kill him.
"Yeah, Yeah. She was gonna jump anyways," he replied, shrugging it off.
Cal stared at him for a moment. Then smiled and grabbed Jacks shoulders and shook them. "YES! YES, MY DEAR BOY! YOU'VE DONE IT!"
Jack looked confused, "Done what?" he said.
"You've killed her, have you not?" he screamed with joy.
"Uh, yeah."
"We've been trying to get rid of her for ages! But no you've done it! And to think I was only going to give you twenty dollars for saving her! Now, I'll give you twenty THOUSAND DOLLARS!" Cal then started to do a little victory dance. Rose's mother wasn't too thrilled that Rose was dead, but she knew that she could always have another kid. Maybe she'd name this one Dawson.
"WOO-HOO!" shouted Jack.
Cal suddenly stopped. "Now, what did you do with the Heart of the Ocean?"
Jack stopped too, "The what?"
Cal's smile shrank. "The necklace the ginger was wearing. The huge blue one. Surely, you took it off… right?"
Jack's smile shrank.
Cal turned a bright shade of red. "Oh, shit," he said. He then jumped over the railing and said,"It's not water proof!" He crashed into the water… and didn't resurface.
Everyone just stood around. There was a moment of silence. Rose's mother spoke first. "Anyone up for champagne?"
Everyone nodded and headed into the dining hall.
(Or..)
"That's insane. You'll die," said Rose. She was breathing heavy now, from either the cold air or the possibility that she might die jumping off the boat of her dreams.
"You're right, I would, give that Heart of the Ocean to me." said Jack.
"Why?", said Rose.
"Just do it.", said Jack.
(Rose hands Jack a Heart of the Ocean)
"Then, this is for you," said Jack. He ran towards her and pushed her, causing her fingers to slowly slip away from the banister. She desperately made a grab for the banister, missing it by just a hair. She started to plummet towards the freezing ocean, her black and red evening dress floating around her. A blood-curdling scream filled the night sky. It was so loud; it could have cracked an iceberg. Within 30 seconds, there was a splash, and the screaming stopped.
He ran towards her and pushed her, causing her fingers to slowly slip away from the banister. She desperately made a grab for the banister, missing it by just a hair. She started to plummet towards the freezing ocean, her black and red evening dress floating around her. A blood-curdling scream filled the night sky. It was so loud; it could have cracked an iceberg. Within 30 seconds, there was a splash, and the screaming stopped.
Cal came running out, his hair a mess. Behind him came Rose's mother came walking out gracefully, but still had a panicked look on her face. Cal leaned over the banister, looking at Rose's broken figure in the water. He ran his fingers through his hair, and paced the floor. He looked at Jack who was just standing there, hands in his pockets, and whistling. He walked towards Jack.
"You," he said. "Did you kill her?" He had a look of such anger on his face, Jack thought her was going to kill him.
"Yeah, Yeah. She was gonna jump anyways," he replied, shrugging it off.
Cal stared at him for a moment. Then smiled and grabbed Jacks shoulders and shook them. "YES! YES, MY DEAR BOY! YOU'VE DONE IT!"
Jack looked confused, "Done what?" he said.
"You've killed her, have you not?" he screamed with joy.
"Uh, yeah."
"We've been trying to get rid of her for ages! But no you've done it! And to think I was only going to give you twenty dollars for saving her! Now, I'll give you twenty THOUSAND DOLLARS!" Cal then started to do a little victory dance. Rose's mother wasn't too thrilled that Rose was dead, but she knew that she could always have another kid. Maybe she'd name this one Dawson.
"WOO-HOO!" shouted Jack.
Cal suddenly stopped. "Now, what did you do with the Heart of the Ocean?"
"I have the Heart of the Ocean with me, Cal." said Jack.
"Excellent. Now, we have the Heart of the Ocean." said Cal.
"Yep. We did, Cal. Wanna be friends?" said Jack.
"Of course. Let's go find someone else to get new girlfriends." said Cal.
"Great idea, Cal. Well, this calls for a celebtation," said Jack.
Rose's mother spoke first. "Anyone up for champagne?"
Everyone nodded and headed into the dining hall.
Epilogue
Rose's scream caused the iceberg to break, causing the titanic to not sink. JACK IS STILL ALIVE AND SINGLE! HE'S MINE!
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Rose stared at the wide, dark ocean in front of her. It was the first time she had set her eyes on the Atlantic since the day she reached America. She breathed in deeply, cherishing the salty ocean scent. She stepped forward slowly, making her way towards the front of the ship. Her pale, wrinkled hands gripped the railing tightly. She stepped up onto the cold rails, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back.
Memories flooded the old woman's mind. Memories of long ago, of the Titanic, and of Jack.
She hadn't broken her promise to Jack. She had, almost, all those years ago. Rose remembered feeling so cold, so tired. She had known that if she had simply given up, she would have died that night. But she didn't. She got herself rescued. Rose had reached America, although so many others hadn't. She had done something with her life. She had married, and had children. And now, here she was. An old woman standing at the edge of a ship, directly above the final resting place of the Titanic.
Rose lifted her arms up to her sides. Her wispy white hair blew back in the wind, and for a moment, she felt young again. She breathed in deeply.
In that moment, Rose truly felt that Jack was with her. Jack was holding her up, Jack was lovingly caring for her. Jack had always been with her. Always.
Rose opened her eyes, and gripped the railing once more. She pulled the necklace out of her nightgown pocket. She held it tightly for a moment, and held her hand out over the ship, above the dark ocean. Slowly, she opened her hand, and the chain slid through her fingers, falling gracefully into the cold water.
"I'll never let go." Rose whispered to the water.
Without a second glance at the ocean, Rose walked slowly back to her room. She pulled back her covers and nestled into her warm bed. She fell asleep quickly.
Rose brushed her long hair in the mirror. Satisfied with her reflection, she set the brush down on her table. She picked up her favorite dragonfly pin, and slid it into her curly hair. She stood up, and walked out of her state room.
Jack was waiting for her. He turned as she approached, and smiled warmly. He held out his hand, and she took it. Together, they walked outside.
"I can't believe it, Jack. I thought you were gone." Rose said softly, gazing into Jack's eyes.
Jack smiled and squeezed her hand. "I was never gone, Rose. I'm always with you. And I always will be."
He kissed her gently, and Rose closed her eyes. She stepped towards the rails, and lifted her arms. Jack held her softly, and sang:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine
going up she goes
up she goes."
"It's not fair, Jack. It's not right that Cal survived, and you didn't." Rose cried.
"Nothing's ever fair, Rose. But I think I did what I needed to do on the Titanic."
Rose frowned at him. "What on earth do you mean, Jack."
He smiled. "I met you."
That night, Rose Calfart died peacefully in her sleep. He hands were folded over her breast, her hair spread out across her pillow, and her lips graced with a small, yet beautiful smile.
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The ending of this really bothered me. I mean, what is Rose's problem?
They were freezing in the ice cold water. The supposedly unsinkable ship of dreams had sunk. There was no hope, yet they clung to it anyways. Jack helped Rose onto a piece of the wreckage, nobly staying in. There was no room for two. "Live a happy life Rose. Have lots of kids. I love you," he said weakly.
"You'd die for me?" she asks pathetically.
He nods. It would take too much energy too respond. Then a voice booms form nowhere. Call it fate, or call it common sense but it wasn't having any of this. "This is the wreckage of the largest ship in the world," it says in a bland voice, "Certainly there must be one piece of wreckage for Jack to climb on. Don't die for love. It doesn't get the girls. Because then you're dead."
The pair was bewildered for a second. "Um… What was that about?" Jack asks.
'No idea. Hey, since you're quite clearly dying, how about I make some room? That way you don't die needlessly, and I don't mope for the rest of my life!" Rose says excitedly.
After a bit of struggling, they both are quite comfortable on the piece of wood. "The rescue boat is coming! Thanks for making room. I mean, how stupid would it have been if you were a greedy pig and I a self-sacrificing fool? Thank god that we survived," Jack declared.
Category:Alternate Endings