Wesley's room was not on the top floor, but below it. Although it was also first class, he had only spent fifty pounds. It was impossible to live in a room with a living room and a closed sea view balcony.
He had seen the Titanic movie before. The penthouse suite inside was also extremely luxurious. When he escaped in the end, the ugliness of human nature was revealed. Only Jack's sacrifice seemed so noble. This was also the success of the movie.
Wesley had been thinking about all this and went straight to the restaurant. Of course, this was a first-class restaurant. Although everyone had spent so many tickets, it still cost money to eat here.
The dining room had long tables and small tables that were placed in a chic manner to cope with different numbers of guests. Wesley sat alone at the small table. He needed another four days to find the body and identity he needed. This was important. It was best to be alone. It might not be bad if Jack was here.
After ordering, Wesley listened quietly to the discussions around him, but he soon discovered a problem. It was difficult to find the people he needed in first class. After all, everyone here had a financial foundation, and it was difficult to find the people he needed. Very few of them were alone, at least with a servant or something like that. There were very few people like Wesley who were alone, and there were major age flaws.
The people around them were talking about what they thought was noble, the stuff of the rich, and most of these people who went to the United States were nobles who could be said to be rich, not European, because the United States now gave the impression that it was more like an upstart.
After a quiet dinner, Wesley got up and left. His target had changed to second class, where he might find someone he needed.
Second-class conditions were okay, too, which was considered good in this day and age. The main issues people talked about here were the first-class passengers, the layout of the first-class cabin, and so on, but Wesley felt that it was not the same as what he had seen. He asked for a glass of wine, lit a cigar, and smoked it. He listened quietly to the people's discussion and then felt bored.
"Whew…" It was even colder in the Atlantic at night when they came out on deck. "Apple, do you think we can find someone who needs it? Or someone who needs it might not die."
"I don't know if we can find the people who need it, but there must be a lot of people who died, and even if you help, you may not be able to avoid it. This is not just a simple impact with the iceberg. There is a quality problem with the rivets worn by this ship. After the impact, all the bottom rivets are removed, and five watertight cabins on the bow of the ship are filled with water, and then the hull tilts. At this time, the water will enter the remaining watertight cabin. And because the iceberg is too fast, it runs directly to the maximum speed of 23 knots. You know how dangerous it is for a ship to run at the maximum speed. The power system is running at a high load." Apple's explanation allowed Wesley to understand the reason for the sinking.
Back then, when people watched movies and paid attention to the love inside, not many people would pay attention to how it sank. The problem with rivets was only discovered in later generations.
Apple waited for a while before saying again, "If it doesn't sink this time, then maybe the next one will also sink, and the ones who will die will be another group of people. The current watertight cabins are not designed reasonably. They are all big watertight cabins. If they are divided into small watertight cabins, there will be no problem."
Wesley fell silent, then turned and headed for third class, where the people might be more suitable for him.
The problem with the ship was huge. It wasn't just the drifting of the iceberg. The rivets were the point. If Wesley didn't have a solution right now, at the same time, he was aware of a problem. He didn't have the ability to save the ship. He might have been able to if the space gem had still been there, but he couldn't do anything with just the armor and the new elemental reactor. That was Apple's final conclusion.
The third-class dining room was filled with happy music. The people here began to dance after eating. Their steps were light and everyone had a smile on their faces. Everyone would also talk about the problems of first- and second-class. It was too far away from them. Perhaps that was what being poor was like.
Of course, when the disaster came, the people here tried their best to survive, but it was useless. More than 1,500 people died. Wesley quietly searched for the people he needed.
There were too many people. The third-class cabin had the most guests, and the rooms they lived in were belowdecks. There were several good restaurants here, and Wesley could hardly check them all. He would have to spend more time looking for them. Fortunately, he had time. Four days in a row should be enough.
At night, Wesley came to the bow of the ship. He was ready to experience what it was like to be king of the world, but he couldn't find it, because he was in armor again. He had flown, he had been to the universe, and he couldn't find the feeling of being king of the world no matter what.
The next morning, Wesley left the silent room and went out on deck to sunbathe. There were a lot of people here and no one would stay cooped up in the cabin. A blond young man was drawing on a drawing board. Wesley looked at him in amazement. Was this Jack?
Wesley observed silently. Soon Ruth appeared, and Wesley walked away quietly. Wesley was still in his original universe when he watched the movie, but the audience was like a wave, coming in waves. He watched it after he was done, but Wesley was not among them.
"Am I being cold?" Wesley asked.
"This is not your home." Apple did not answer the question, and Wesley sighed. In the following days, Wesley continued to search for the body he needed, and finally he found one. This was a third-class guest, only eighteen years old. He was an American who had gone to England to study. Something had happened at home, and he had rushed home.
Coincidentally, this person's name was also Wesley Gibson. Wesley felt satisfied with this. Later, Wesley wandered around first class every day. He now played cards with these rich people every day.
After winning three days in a row, Wesley returned to his cabin on the night of April 14th, after having dinner and playing cards with a few rich people for a while and winning dozens of pounds again, and then waited for the final moment.
The stand-in had been selected, and Wesley had placed a small tracker on him. Now Wesley just had to wait.
The hull rocked, and Wesley sat quietly in his chair, smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey, his brow furrowed. He knew that what would come would come anyway. It was 11:40, and the timing was so precise. He had no intention of leaving the cabin. He planned to sink with the ship and then start moving.