"To me, she was a slave ship, and she was going to take me back to the United States..." Rose, who will be 101 years old next month, slowly told the story of the Keldig salvage ship. A group of crew members
Gather around and listen like children.
"Those things changed until I met those two people..."
Rabbit's heart thumped, and he stood up among the doubtful eyes and shouted: "Who are those two people!?"
"You have disturbed Ms. Rose's story." Rowett, who was squatting, raised his head and said.
Rose waved her hand, indicating that she didn't care: "It doesn't matter, kids. They are my husband Jack, and his good friend Mu Su..."
The rabbit's figure swayed.
Things are very clear now.
"Titanic" tells the story of a salvage ship that discovers the lost sunken ship Titanic. During the process of salvaging it, a well-preserved oil painting is found in a room, which depicts a beauty lying on her side with the legendary Heart of the Ocean.
So the explorer Rowett found Rose, the woman in the oil painting, and searched for the whereabouts of the Heart of the Ocean.
In fact, this is not the main body of "Titanic". The reality part of the three-hour movie only takes up less than 20 minutes, and Rose's memories are the entire content of the movie.
So the two sides made a decision: the players can show up at the beginning of the movie, but stay away from the plot... Mu Su may not have many roles, but he can take the initiative to create opportunities.
The players stepped back and whispered: "So we are using what we heard to understand what happened over there in Musu?"
"That's pretty much what it means."
"Allow me to interrupt..." Wen Xiang suddenly asked Rose, with curiosity in his eyes: "Is Mu Su still alive?"
She was quite curious if she could see Mu Su who was over a hundred years old.
The woman said slowly: "It's a pity that he passed away twenty years ago."
The players breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Musu couldn't jump out and steal their role.
"And at least the protagonists are still Rose and Jack..." Rabbit whispered.
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On April 0, 1992, the behemoth in Southampton Port sounded its whistle, and several almost-ignorable tow boats slowly pulled the large ship out of the port.
Gradually going away, people waving on the deck rushed to their cabins.
Freud "number..."
Like any passenger looking for a seat, Jack talked to himself about the cabin, walking through the narrow and crowded aisles.
"Found it." He turned around and shouted to Mu Su, pushing the door open and entering.
Two Tsarist Russian passengers were already in the four-person cabin.
"I'm Jack Dawson." Jack, who had not yet come out of his excitement, greeted the two Tsarist Russians and couldn't wait to climb onto the upper bunk.
The Tsarist Russians looked at each other, where were their friends?
"Your friends lost their tickets to us." Mu Su came in with dead fish eyes and was beaten with his clothes by Jack, the naughty boy in the upper bunk. He showed off: "The upper bunk is mine."
"Childish devil." Mu Su sneered and lay down on the lower bunk without moving.
The thin door could not stop the hustle and bustle outside, which lasted from the time they entered until lunch time.
The narrow hall of the third-class dining hall was crowded with countless civilians wearing cheap trousers.
Third class occupied more than 50% of the Titanic's passengers, but occupied less than 20% of the seats.
Jack pushed his way out of the dining window against the crowd, and with a sigh of relief he placed the two plates on the table.
"..." Mu Su silently looked at the porridge and boiled potatoes on the dinner plate.
What is this? Am I still in the dungeon? Are these things for the prisoners to eat?
"You don't have an appetite either?" Jack, who had experienced a great surprise, leaned over and asked. He was a little too excited to eat.
Mu Su responded vaguely and pushed the dinner plate away from him.
Although he has to sit back and wait for the plot to develop, it does not mean that Musu can endure these things.
Let's make some trouble... No, it's not making trouble, it's just to get some food.
As for the possible deviation of the plot...
When did I, Mu Susu, complete the mission normally?
"Then don't eat. It will be bad if you get seasick." Jack took the plate back and ate every bite.
A figure was hugged to his side, and a smell like sun-baked fur poured into his nose.
"You wait here while mom goes to get food." The mother, who thought she was dressed simply, said, smiled at Jack who looked up, ran to the window to line up, and looked back from time to time.
The little girl had many freckles on her face and her brown-red hair had obvious Irish characteristics. She adjusted her sitting position and looked up at Mu Su: "Why are you different from us?"
Mu Su said nothing, but he underestimated the child's curiosity.
"Why is your hair black?"
"Your eyes are black too."
"What's your name? My name is Catherine Field, you can call me Catherine."
"Why can't you speak? Are you mute?"
Jack suppressed a smile and encouraged Mu Su: "Say something."
So Mu Su turned to little Catherine, whose eyes were full of expectation, with dead fish eyes, and said expressionlessly: "This ship will hit an iceberg in four days, and you will be drowned in the opposite case."
"Wow -" the little girl cried and went to find her mother.
"You're too much." Jack laughed, turned around to watch the excitement, and saw the little girl crying and pointing in this direction.
"Let's go quickly!"
Jack's expression changed, he ate without caring, picked up Mu Su and ran out of the restaurant.
I ran all the way back to the cabin, but the two Tsarist Russians on the opposite side had not returned yet.
"If I get hungry before dinner, I will definitely settle the score with you." Jack complained, took out the drawing board and pencil from his pocket, sat on the edge of the lower berth, and looked at the blue sea and light blue sky through the narrow round porthole.
, trace it on the paper one stroke at a time.
Soon the Tsarist Russian came back, spoke a few words in retroflexed English with a heavy accent, and lay down on the bed to fall asleep.
Jack was still writing, but Mu Su only glanced at it. Jack couldn't wait to show off: "It will be as famous as the Titanic."
There is nothing famous about a painting sinking in water. Mu Su said something venomous in his heart.
As time goes by, the coastline disappears from sight.
There is still noisy and bustling outside the door, with voices of conversation, singing and even big names mixed together, and body odor and chaos permeate the air. People can only kill the boring time by making friends, even if they will part ways after arriving in New York, USA in a few days.
Dinner was gruel, biscuits and cheese, which was better than nothing.
Mu Su was shocked, what did he mean?! Was he hinting at me!? Should I hug him!?
Early on the next day, the Titanic left the island of Ireland and officially moved forward at full speed. Its next stop was New York, the United States.
Mu Su was pulled by Jack to the bow plywood, hiding from the sight of the sailors, and sneaked onto the bow.
Mu Su followed behind, thinking that after finally getting up for a while, he could go to the first-class cabin to get some food and drink.
"I am the king of the world!" Jack shouted this shocking line from the bow of the ship, then turned his head and said, "It's your turn, Mu Su."