Eleventh Chapter

Lives were lost tonight. Those lives he weren't able to save or he chose not to save, those in the boiler room and lower levels. He didn't had a chance to think about them. He could only save those he saw and knew. Too late to save.

For the information of John, 1,517 lives should have been lost of not for him. With him making a hundred lifeboats, making the ocean temperate and calm, the deaths should be less than this. 

Hours later.

RMS Carpathia came to the rescue.

Pier 59, Chelsea, New York.

Sitting on the ground, huddled together by other passengers, not sure what is next.

The immigration people or the government people also at the end of their wits, the much publicized Unsinkable Titanic sank.

The White Star Lines people, worse, they are walking zombies. All they do now is account people, which is a good start but they dont know what to do too.

In short, all are blinded on what to do next.

Sitting there, feeling good about himself cause the count of alive people have passed 1600 heads.

He also got accounted for, John de Vere from Essex.

Having an ego just like other humans, he credit himself for the survival of the passengers. Without him, many people are dead. Facts.

"Did i really just changed history? And what the fuck with blue skinned mermaids or mermen they have been talking about?"

"I have not seen any." He said to himself as he puffs a cigar that taste he dont want to describe.

(Taste like an old man's shit. I have not tasted one. Just an educational guess."

"John de Vere!" A girl's voice sounded.

Turn right, he sees the beautiful and elegant , yeah, despite it all, she still a bomb, Lady Esme approaching him. .

"Lady Esme." John stands, sees the beautiful face of Esme who he now swear looks similarly as Wonder Woman or Wonder Woman looked like her but blonde and have healthier pair of boobs.

"You are all right. I knew it. I have been looking for you" There' a tinge of relief in her voice.

"I was looking for you too." John confidently answered. Plus displaying a peacock like smile and flexing his abdominal muscle which clearly he lacks.

"Liar. You are having warm coffee and a cheap cigar." She bluntly said in an amused tone.

"No....i looked for you...before you saw me." Caught red handed but number lesson as a lawyer practioner, do not, ever ever ever, admit you are wrong. Ever.

"Another lie. You paused. Oh, well, i forgive you for not looking for me."

"Thank you?" John confused how can a girl concuct such logic. Thankfully she is beautiful, John willing to be illogical.

(Simp!)

"Hahaha. I am only messing with you de Vere. Come with me, my suitcase needs liftinv." She said.

John follows with no questions ask because he is a simp.

Esme smiling playfully seeing her uncontested dominance.

"Spoiled nobe brat." John whispers.

"Hey. I heard that. Though i am a noble i am not spoiled. I am used, say, things going my way. As for brat, i do not know the meaning of such word, though judging from how you said it, its derogatory. Correct?"

"No. It means beautiful, its an Essex slang."

"Ha. I would be a fool if i believe you. Hurry up. Im sure your cold, i have a remedy for that."

"Im not co...achoo."

Esme smiles in victory. "Told you."