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Okay.. So I got 2 endings.. Cause most of you already knows how Titanic ends.
Title: My heart will never go on
Chapter: Alternative 18 of 19
Rating: PG13
Pairing: VAM
Disclaimer: Do not own, never happened, it's all in my twisted little mind
Summary: The ship of dreams maiden voyage...
The name TITANIC disappears, and Bam and Ville vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them.
Bam is kicking hard for the surface... holding tightly to Ville, pulling him up.
Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down. Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying, moaning, shouting... screaming.
Bam and Ville surface among them. They barely have time to gasp for air before people are clawing at them. People driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is indistinguishable form death by fire.
A man pushes Ville under, trying to climb on top of him... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Bam punches the man repeatedly, pulling Ville free.
''Swim, Ville! SWIM!''
They break out of the clot of people. Bam has to find some kind of flotation, anything to get Ville out of the freezing water.
''Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, Ville! you can do it!.''
All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning... a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is overwhelming.
''Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.''
''It's so cold.''
''I know Ville. I know. Help me, here. Look around.''
Bam words keeps Ville focused, taking his mind off the wailing around them. Ville scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. He turns and... SCREAMS.
A devil is right in from of his face. It is the black french bulldog, swimming right at him like a sea monster in the darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past him, like it is headed for Newfoundland.
Beyond it, Ville sees something in the water.
''What's that?''
Bam sees what Ville is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. Bam pushes Ville up and he slithers onto it belly down.
But when Bam tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping Ville off. It is clearly only big enough to support Ville. Bam clings to it, close to the green eyed man, keeping Bams upper body out of the water as best he can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A man swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Bam warns him back.
''It's just enough for this man... you'll push it under.''
''Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.''
''You'll die quicker if you come any closer.''
''Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. God bless.''
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope. Jonna, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
''Stay back! Keep off!''
Ryan, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Jonna clubs him with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
''You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.''
''It's that way!'' Jonna says, pointing with the oar.
Ryan floats, panting each breath agony. You can see the spirit leave him.
The last thing Ryan sees is Jonna in slow motion, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a dress. The image fades to black.
Bam and Ville still floats amid a chorus of the damned. Bam sees the ship's officer nearby, chief officer Wilder. He is blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
''The boats will come back for us, Ville. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back.''
Ville nods, Bams words helping him. Ville is shivering uncontrollably, his lips blue and his teeth chattering.
''Thank God for you Bammie.''
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
Bam and Ville drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Ville can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Bam squeezes the water out of Ville long coat, tucking it in tightly around Villes legs. Bam rubs the green eyed mans arms. Bams face is chalk with in the darkness. They here a low moaning in the darkness around them.
''It's getting quiet.''
''Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized...''
Ville is unmoving, just staring into space. He knows the truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Bam, he sees that Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
''I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.'' Bam says.
Ville laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Ville finds his Bams in the dim light.
''I love you Bammie.''
Bam takes Villes hand.
''No... don't say your good-byes, Willa. Don't you give up. Don't do it.''
''I'm so cold.''
''You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to
die when you're old, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?''
''I can't feel my body.''
''Ville, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.''
Bam is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
''It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Ville. I'm thankful.''
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
''You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.''
''I promise.''
''Never let go.''
''I promise. I will never let go, Bam. I'll never let go.''
Ville grips Bams hand and they lie with their heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
Bam and Ville are floating in the black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Ville is staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above him. The long sleep steals over Ville, and he feels peace.
He is pale, like the faces of the dead. Ville seems to be floating in a void. He is in a semi-hallucinatory state. He knows he is dying. His lips barely move as he sings a scrap of Bam's song:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
Ville is watching the stars. The Milky Way is a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A shooting star flares... a line of light across the heavens.
Villes hair is dusted with frost crystals. His breathing is so shallow, he is almost motionless. His eyes track down from the stars to the water.
He sees the silhouette of a boat. He sees men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The voices of the men sound slow and distorted.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward Ville and the light flares across the water, silouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past Villes motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past him. The men look away.
Ville lifts his head to turn to Bam.
''Bammie'' He says, his voice barely a whisper.
He touches Bams shoulder with his free hand. Bam doesn't respond. Ville gently turns Bams face toward him. It is rimed with frost.
Bam seems to be sleeping peacefully.
Ville is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try.
And then... his eyes snap open.
He raises his head suddenly, cracking the ice as he rips his hair off the wood. He calls out, but his voice is so weak they don't hear him. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. Ville struggles to draw breath, calling again.
In the boat Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead, turning the tiller.
Ville struggles to move. His hand, he realizes, is actually frozen to Bam's. Ville breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
''I won't let go. I promise.''
Ville rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. He swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. Ville starts to blow the whistle with all the strength in his body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
In boat 14, Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
''Row back! That way! Pull! ''
Ville keeps blowing as the boat comes to him. He is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from his mouth as they haul him into the boat. The last thing Ville say before he slips into unconsciousness is: ''Get Bammie over there at the piece of wooden debris... Don't let go..'' and they scramble to cover him with blankets...
Or you can read this, as this is the ''normal'' way to the ending.. Did that make any sense?
The name TITANIC disappears, and Bam and Ville vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them.
Bam is kicking hard for the surface... holding tightly to Ville, pulling him up.
Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down. Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying, moaning, shouting... screaming.
Bam and Ville surface among them. They barely have time to gasp for air before people are clawing at them. People driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is indistinguishable form death by fire.
A man pushes Ville under, trying to climb on top of him... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Bam punches the man repeatedly, pulling Ville free.
''Swim, Ville! SWIM!''
They break out of the clot of people. Bam has to find some kind of flotation, anything to get Ville out of the freezing water.
''Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, Ville! you can do it!.''
All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning... a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is overwhelming.
''Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.''
''It's so cold.''
''I know Ville. I know. Help me, here. Look around.''
Bam words keeps Ville focused, taking his mind off the wailing around them. Ville scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. He turns and... SCREAMS.
A devil is right infront of his face. It is the black french bulldog, swimming right at him like a sea monster in the darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past him, like it is headed for Newfoundland.
Beyond it, Ville sees something in the water.
''What's that?''
Bam sees what Ville is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. Bam pushes Ville up and he slithers onto it belly down.
But when Bam tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping Ville off. It is clearly only big enough to support Ville. Bam clings to it, close to the green eyed man, keeping Bams upper body out of the water as best he can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A man swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Bam warns him back.
''It's just enough for this man... you'll push it under.''
''Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.''
''You'll die quicker if you come any closer.''
''Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. God bless.''
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope. Jonna, standing in the boat, slaps her oar in the water as a warning.
''Stay back! Keep off!''
Ryan, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Jonna clubs him with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
''You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.''
''It's that way!'' Jonna says, pointing with the oar.
Ryan floats, panting each breath agony. You can see the spirit leave him.
The last thing Ryan sees is Jonna in slow motion, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a dress. The image fades to black.
Bam and Ville still floats amid a chorus of the damned. Bam sees the ship's officer nearby, chief officer Wilder. He is blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
''The boats will come back for us, Ville. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back.''
Ville nods, Bams words helping him. Ville is shivering uncontrollably, his lips blue and his teeth chattering.
''Thank God for you Bammie.''
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
Bam and Ville drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Ville can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Bam squeezes the water out of Ville long coat, tucking it in tightly around Villes legs. Bam rubs the green eyed mans arms. Bams face is chalk with in the darkness. They here a low moaning in the darkness around them.
''It's getting quiet.''
''Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized...''
Ville is unmoving, just staring into space. He knows the truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Bam, he sees that Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
''I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.'' Bam says.
Ville laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Ville finds his Bam in the dim light.
''I love you Bammie.''
Bam takes Villes hand.
''No... don't say your good-byes, Willa. Don't you give up. Don't do it.''
''I'm so cold.''
''You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to
die when you're old, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?''
''I can't feel my body.''
''Ville, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.''
Bam is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
''It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Ville. I'm thankful.''
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
''You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.''
''I promise.''
''Never let go.''
''I promise. I will never let go, Bam. I'll never let go.''
Ville grips Bams hand and they lie with their heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
Bam and Ville are floating in the black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Ville is staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above him. The long sleep steals over Ville, and he feels peace.
He is pale, like the faces of the dead. Ville seems to be floating in a void. He is in a semi-hallucinatory state. He knows he is dying. His lips barely move as he sings a scrap of Bam's song:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
Ville is watching the stars. The Milky Way is a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A shooting star flares... a line of light across the heavens.
Villes hair is dusted with frost crystals. His breathing is so shallow, he is almost motionless. His eyes track down from the stars to the water.
He sees the silhouette of a boat. He sees men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The voices of the men sound slow and distorted.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward Ville and the light flares across the water, silouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past Villes motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past him. The men look away.
Ville lifts his head to turn to Bam.
''Bammie'' He says, his voice barely a whisper.
He touches Bams shoulder with his free hand. Bam doesn't respond. Ville gently turns Bams face toward him. It is rimed with frost.
Bam seems to be sleeping peacefully.
But he is not asleep.
Ville can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through him.
''Oh Bam''
All hope, will and spirit leaves Ville. He looks at the boat. It is further away now, the voices fainter. Ville watches them go.
He closes his eyes. He is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try.
And then... his eyes snap open.
He raises his head suddenly, cracking the ice as he rips his hair off the wood. He calls out, but his voice is so weak they don't hear him. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. Ville struggles to draw breath, calling again.
In the boat Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead, turning the tiller.
Ville struggles to move. His hand, he realizes, is actually frozen to Bam's. Ville breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
''I won't let go. I promise.''
Ville releases Bam and the blue eyed man sinks into the black water. He seems to fade out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.
Ville rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. He swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. Ville starts to blow the whistle with all the strength in his body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
In boat 14, Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
''Row back! That way! Pull! ''
Ville keeps blowing as the boat comes to him. He is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from his mouth as they haul him into the boat. Ville slips into unconsciousness and they scramble to cover him with blankets...
Title: My heart will never go on
Chapter: Alternative 18 of 19
Rating: PG13
Pairing: VAM
Disclaimer: Do not own, never happened, it's all in my twisted little mind
Summary: The ship of dreams maiden voyage...
The name TITANIC disappears, and Bam and Ville vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them.
Bam is kicking hard for the surface... holding tightly to Ville, pulling him up.
Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down. Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying, moaning, shouting... screaming.
Bam and Ville surface among them. They barely have time to gasp for air before people are clawing at them. People driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is indistinguishable form death by fire.
A man pushes Ville under, trying to climb on top of him... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Bam punches the man repeatedly, pulling Ville free.
''Swim, Ville! SWIM!''
They break out of the clot of people. Bam has to find some kind of flotation, anything to get Ville out of the freezing water.
''Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, Ville! you can do it!.''
All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning... a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is overwhelming.
''Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.''
''It's so cold.''
''I know Ville. I know. Help me, here. Look around.''
Bam words keeps Ville focused, taking his mind off the wailing around them. Ville scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. He turns and... SCREAMS.
A devil is right in from of his face. It is the black french bulldog, swimming right at him like a sea monster in the darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past him, like it is headed for Newfoundland.
Beyond it, Ville sees something in the water.
''What's that?''
Bam sees what Ville is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. Bam pushes Ville up and he slithers onto it belly down.
But when Bam tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping Ville off. It is clearly only big enough to support Ville. Bam clings to it, close to the green eyed man, keeping Bams upper body out of the water as best he can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A man swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Bam warns him back.
''It's just enough for this man... you'll push it under.''
''Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.''
''You'll die quicker if you come any closer.''
''Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. God bless.''
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope. Jonna, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
''Stay back! Keep off!''
Ryan, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Jonna clubs him with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
''You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.''
''It's that way!'' Jonna says, pointing with the oar.
Ryan floats, panting each breath agony. You can see the spirit leave him.
The last thing Ryan sees is Jonna in slow motion, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a dress. The image fades to black.
Bam and Ville still floats amid a chorus of the damned. Bam sees the ship's officer nearby, chief officer Wilder. He is blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
''The boats will come back for us, Ville. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back.''
Ville nods, Bams words helping him. Ville is shivering uncontrollably, his lips blue and his teeth chattering.
''Thank God for you Bammie.''
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
Bam and Ville drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Ville can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Bam squeezes the water out of Ville long coat, tucking it in tightly around Villes legs. Bam rubs the green eyed mans arms. Bams face is chalk with in the darkness. They here a low moaning in the darkness around them.
''It's getting quiet.''
''Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized...''
Ville is unmoving, just staring into space. He knows the truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Bam, he sees that Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
''I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.'' Bam says.
Ville laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Ville finds his Bams in the dim light.
''I love you Bammie.''
Bam takes Villes hand.
''No... don't say your good-byes, Willa. Don't you give up. Don't do it.''
''I'm so cold.''
''You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to
die when you're old, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?''
''I can't feel my body.''
''Ville, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.''
Bam is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
''It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Ville. I'm thankful.''
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
''You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.''
''I promise.''
''Never let go.''
''I promise. I will never let go, Bam. I'll never let go.''
Ville grips Bams hand and they lie with their heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
Bam and Ville are floating in the black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Ville is staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above him. The long sleep steals over Ville, and he feels peace.
He is pale, like the faces of the dead. Ville seems to be floating in a void. He is in a semi-hallucinatory state. He knows he is dying. His lips barely move as he sings a scrap of Bam's song:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
Ville is watching the stars. The Milky Way is a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A shooting star flares... a line of light across the heavens.
Villes hair is dusted with frost crystals. His breathing is so shallow, he is almost motionless. His eyes track down from the stars to the water.
He sees the silhouette of a boat. He sees men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The voices of the men sound slow and distorted.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward Ville and the light flares across the water, silouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past Villes motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past him. The men look away.
Ville lifts his head to turn to Bam.
''Bammie'' He says, his voice barely a whisper.
He touches Bams shoulder with his free hand. Bam doesn't respond. Ville gently turns Bams face toward him. It is rimed with frost.
Bam seems to be sleeping peacefully.
Ville is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try.
And then... his eyes snap open.
He raises his head suddenly, cracking the ice as he rips his hair off the wood. He calls out, but his voice is so weak they don't hear him. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. Ville struggles to draw breath, calling again.
In the boat Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead, turning the tiller.
Ville struggles to move. His hand, he realizes, is actually frozen to Bam's. Ville breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
''I won't let go. I promise.''
Ville rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. He swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. Ville starts to blow the whistle with all the strength in his body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
In boat 14, Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
''Row back! That way! Pull! ''
Ville keeps blowing as the boat comes to him. He is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from his mouth as they haul him into the boat. The last thing Ville say before he slips into unconsciousness is: ''Get Bammie over there at the piece of wooden debris... Don't let go..'' and they scramble to cover him with blankets...
Or you can read this, as this is the ''normal'' way to the ending.. Did that make any sense?
The name TITANIC disappears, and Bam and Ville vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them.
Bam is kicking hard for the surface... holding tightly to Ville, pulling him up.
Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down. Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying, moaning, shouting... screaming.
Bam and Ville surface among them. They barely have time to gasp for air before people are clawing at them. People driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is indistinguishable form death by fire.
A man pushes Ville under, trying to climb on top of him... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Bam punches the man repeatedly, pulling Ville free.
''Swim, Ville! SWIM!''
They break out of the clot of people. Bam has to find some kind of flotation, anything to get Ville out of the freezing water.
''Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, Ville! you can do it!.''
All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning... a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is overwhelming.
''Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.''
''It's so cold.''
''I know Ville. I know. Help me, here. Look around.''
Bam words keeps Ville focused, taking his mind off the wailing around them. Ville scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. He turns and... SCREAMS.
A devil is right infront of his face. It is the black french bulldog, swimming right at him like a sea monster in the darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past him, like it is headed for Newfoundland.
Beyond it, Ville sees something in the water.
''What's that?''
Bam sees what Ville is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. Bam pushes Ville up and he slithers onto it belly down.
But when Bam tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping Ville off. It is clearly only big enough to support Ville. Bam clings to it, close to the green eyed man, keeping Bams upper body out of the water as best he can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A man swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Bam warns him back.
''It's just enough for this man... you'll push it under.''
''Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.''
''You'll die quicker if you come any closer.''
''Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. God bless.''
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope. Jonna, standing in the boat, slaps her oar in the water as a warning.
''Stay back! Keep off!''
Ryan, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Jonna clubs him with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
''You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.''
''It's that way!'' Jonna says, pointing with the oar.
Ryan floats, panting each breath agony. You can see the spirit leave him.
The last thing Ryan sees is Jonna in slow motion, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a dress. The image fades to black.
Bam and Ville still floats amid a chorus of the damned. Bam sees the ship's officer nearby, chief officer Wilder. He is blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
''The boats will come back for us, Ville. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back.''
Ville nods, Bams words helping him. Ville is shivering uncontrollably, his lips blue and his teeth chattering.
''Thank God for you Bammie.''
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
Bam and Ville drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Ville can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Bam squeezes the water out of Ville long coat, tucking it in tightly around Villes legs. Bam rubs the green eyed mans arms. Bams face is chalk with in the darkness. They here a low moaning in the darkness around them.
''It's getting quiet.''
''Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized...''
Ville is unmoving, just staring into space. He knows the truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Bam, he sees that Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
''I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.'' Bam says.
Ville laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Ville finds his Bam in the dim light.
''I love you Bammie.''
Bam takes Villes hand.
''No... don't say your good-byes, Willa. Don't you give up. Don't do it.''
''I'm so cold.''
''You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to
die when you're old, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?''
''I can't feel my body.''
''Ville, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.''
Bam is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
''It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Ville. I'm thankful.''
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
''You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.''
''I promise.''
''Never let go.''
''I promise. I will never let go, Bam. I'll never let go.''
Ville grips Bams hand and they lie with their heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
Bam and Ville are floating in the black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Ville is staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above him. The long sleep steals over Ville, and he feels peace.
He is pale, like the faces of the dead. Ville seems to be floating in a void. He is in a semi-hallucinatory state. He knows he is dying. His lips barely move as he sings a scrap of Bam's song:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
Ville is watching the stars. The Milky Way is a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A shooting star flares... a line of light across the heavens.
Villes hair is dusted with frost crystals. His breathing is so shallow, he is almost motionless. His eyes track down from the stars to the water.
He sees the silhouette of a boat. He sees men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The voices of the men sound slow and distorted.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward Ville and the light flares across the water, silouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past Villes motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past him. The men look away.
Ville lifts his head to turn to Bam.
''Bammie'' He says, his voice barely a whisper.
He touches Bams shoulder with his free hand. Bam doesn't respond. Ville gently turns Bams face toward him. It is rimed with frost.
Bam seems to be sleeping peacefully.
But he is not asleep.
Ville can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through him.
''Oh Bam''
All hope, will and spirit leaves Ville. He looks at the boat. It is further away now, the voices fainter. Ville watches them go.
He closes his eyes. He is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try.
And then... his eyes snap open.
He raises his head suddenly, cracking the ice as he rips his hair off the wood. He calls out, but his voice is so weak they don't hear him. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. Ville struggles to draw breath, calling again.
In the boat Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead, turning the tiller.
Ville struggles to move. His hand, he realizes, is actually frozen to Bam's. Ville breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
''I won't let go. I promise.''
Ville releases Bam and the blue eyed man sinks into the black water. He seems to fade out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.
Ville rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. He swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. Ville starts to blow the whistle with all the strength in his body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
In boat 14, Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
''Row back! That way! Pull! ''
Ville keeps blowing as the boat comes to him. He is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from his mouth as they haul him into the boat. Ville slips into unconsciousness and they scramble to cover him with blankets...