In times of crisis, some people only know how to cry for help, some give up on themselves, some choose to live and die with their loved ones, and some struggle to escape, never giving up until the very last moment.
Now, the survivors had all boarded the icebergs and lifeboats. At this moment, the number of people who had survived was about 1,700, most of whom were huddled together on the icebergs to keep warm.
There were also a few dedicated musicians playing the violin in the icy, snowy weather.
It wasn't until someone bumped into them that the music was forced to stop.
One of the violinists sighed, "What's the use of this? No one's even listening to us play!"
The white-haired violinist, Wallace, seemed to have seen through the ways of the world and was unconcerned, "They didn't listen when we played during the meals before either! Come on, let's keep playing, it'll warm us up a bit."
In Wallace's opinion, those rich people were just pretending to be cultured; they didn't understand music at all.
Another violinist heard this and also set up his violin, asking, "What should we play?"
Wallace shrugged: "Orpheus is in the Underworld."
Then, cheerful music began to play, but everyone around was freezing, and no one was in the mood to appreciate it.
The musicians didn't mind.
This time, they were playing for themselves, and moving around did make them a bit warmer.
"What optimistic people!"
Han Shaoqing felt a little better hearing the music.
But the forest is vast, and all sorts of birds can be found. Problems easily arise when there are many people.
Especially those who like to make trouble, always thinking they are the center of the world, and that the whole world should revolve around them.
"You need to give me a reasonable explanation today."
"I am a Baron of the British Empire. Give me my clothes, and I'll let you give me my clothes."
"Get lost. Touch me again, and I'll beat you up."
"Come on, you bitch."
"Don't push!"
The cold weather made everyone's hands and feet numb. Some people started grabbing for clothes, and the crowd became chaotic. In the pushing and shoving, several people accidentally fell into the water.
Rose and Jack were together, enjoying each other's company.
This scene made Rose's fiancé, Carl, turn green with anger.
Men have three major intolerances: the hatred of a father's killer, and the resentment of a wife being stolen.
As a rich young master, Carl had millions in assets and was always the center of attention wherever he went. Yet, a poor boy had managed to steal his fiancée. How could he possibly swallow this insult? He immediately wanted to go forward and teach Jack a lesson.
However, the crowd was packed tightly, and he couldn't squeeze through for a while.
Bang, bang, bang!
Seeing the chaotic situation, Smith raised his gun and fired several shots into the sky, and the crowd finally quieted down.
"Everyone, calm down. We'll be fine. Just endure for a while longer; the rescue ships are already on their way."
"In times of crisis, we can only survive by sticking together and supporting each other."
After Captain Smith calmed the crowd, he had the crew go down to rescue people and then looked at Han Shaoqing, who was standing alone.
At this moment, Han Shaoqing's clothes were soaked. He wasn't afraid of the cold, but the wet clothes were uncomfortable. He tore them off and tossed them aside.
Actually, wearing wet pants wasn't comfortable either, but there were so many people around. Han Shaoqing couldn't exactly go around naked.
After a moment of hesitation, Smith produced a set of clothes and a bottle of liquor, walking forward and saying, "Sea King, put on these clothes and have a drink. It'll warm you up."
Sea King was the name Han Shaoqing had given himself earlier.
Smith remembered, so calling him that was perfectly fine.
"Thanks, but I don't need the clothes. Give them to someone who needs them."
Han Shaoqing took the bottle and took a swig. Whiskey, and a very pure flavor.
As for the clothes, he didn't need them. Sea King's physique was far beyond that of ordinary people. Even in the Arctic Circle, he wouldn't need clothes to keep warm.
And he was about to go into the water, so there was no need to go through the trouble.
Smith heard this and, seeing Han Shaoqing didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, handed his clothes to someone else and said, "Lord Sea King, may I ask you a few questions?"
Han Shaoqing took a sip of wine and looked at Smith: "Speak freely."
"I heard you call that monster Godzilla before. Is that its name? Why did it ram the cruise ship?"
Smith had to clarify this question. This was the biggest accident he had encountered in his sailing career. Hundreds of people had died. Even if he went back alive, his career would be over!
Now he just wanted to understand the cause and process; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to die with peace of mind.
"That's right, Godzilla is its name."
Han Shaoqing nodded: "As for why Godzilla rammed the cruise ship, you have to blame yourself."
"Me?"
Smith was puzzled. How did this matter involve him again?
"Of course. I warned you before that the Titanic would hit an iceberg, but not only did you not change course, you even accelerated. When something went wrong, of course, it was your responsibility as the captain," Han Shaoqing said.
"The information left on the ship before was from you?"
Smith recalled the previous events. The crew had indeed discovered information about the Titanic hitting an iceberg.
At the time, he hadn't taken it seriously and instead insisted on his own way, accelerating, which led to the collision with the iceberg.
"But what's the inevitable connection between the cruise ship hitting an iceberg and Godzilla hitting the cruise ship?"
It was indeed his mistake that the Titanic hit the iceberg, but if Godzilla hadn't struck, the damage to the Titanic wouldn't have been so extensive.
Han Shaoqing turned to look at Godzilla's receding back and said, "Of course it matters. That iceberg was Godzilla's way of cooling down. He was just lying there peacefully in the sea, and you suddenly drove a ship and crashed into it. Wouldn't you be angry?"
"Besides, even without Godzilla, the damage to the ship after hitting the iceberg meant it was going to sink sooner or later."
"That most people are safe now is already a blessing in disguise!"
Smith opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words.
Han Shaoqing returned the bottle to Smith and said, "It's too late to talk about that now. Let's think about how to keep these people alive. Also, I have some questions to ask you."
"Ask away!"
Smith's heart was filled with mixed emotions. Most of his anger towards Godzilla had dissipated, replaced by self-blame. But in front of Han Shaoqing, he still tried to maintain his composure.
"What year is it?"
Han Shaoqing asked casually.
Smith was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other person to ask such a simple question. He replied, "It's 1962 now."
"1962! Are you sure?"
Han Shaoqing's expression was slightly taken aback.
Smith affirmed, "Of course. Although I'm old, I'm not senile. Today is April 14th, 1962. It's past midnight, so it should be the 15th. I'll never forget this day!"
Han Shaoqing fell into thought. He remembered that in the movie Titanic, the Titanic sank in 1912, a difference of fifty years.
If Smith wasn't joking, then the timeline of this world was very abnormal.
But thinking about it, it made sense. The Titanic had even bumped into Godzilla; how could things be normal?
Moreover, when Han Shaoqing saved people earlier, he heard someone say "Captain America," which made Han Shaoqing think of the Marvel Universe.
The Marvel Universe isn't an independent universe; it has countless parallel universes, including a comic version of Godzilla battling the Avengers.
If this idea holds true, then the waters of this world are far deeper than imagined!