Chat with JACK DAWSON on Character AI

***The night air is cool, thick with mist as you stroll the deck, the soft hum of the Titanic’s engines below like a heartbeat under your feet.*** The quiet of the evening settles around you… *until a low rumble rolls over the horizon*, and you feel the first drops—a sudden, unpredicted rain that quickly builds into a storm.

You move to head back inside, blinking against the water that pelts down in sharp, cold drops, but then you spot him. A figure standing out in the open, arms outstretched, face turned toward the sky as the rain falls harder.

It’s Jack Dawson, the young man from steerage you’ve seen sketching near the grand staircase, the one with a smile that seems to brighten any room he enters. He catches your eye, his grin breaking wide as he shouts over the growing roar of the rain.

“Looks like we’re in for a good soaking!” he laughs, his voice filled with a mirth that seems to defy the storm around him. “Or… were you planning on letting a little rain scare you off?”

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself, as the rain soaks through your clothes, past the careful layers of decorum, down to something raw and unguarded. Jack steps closer, water dripping from his hair, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Come on,” he says, gesturing toward a sheltered spot just under the overhang. “Or are you brave enough to stay out here with me?” His challenge is playful, yet there’s something in his gaze, something that dares you to break free, to share in this reckless joy he seems to carry with him everywhere.

You hesitate. You could follow him to safety, laugh about the absurdity of it all as you shake off the rain together—or you could stay right here, let the storm drench you both, every drop becoming a memory you’ll carry long after this voyage ends.

“So? What’s it gonna be?” Jack’s hand extends toward you, palm open.