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As night fell and the stars twinkled, illuminating everyone aboard the Titanic, a layer of persistent gloom shrouded Jackson's heart. He knew this was a battle that would determine the fate of all, and he was about to face a cunning, cruel opponent with boundless power.
Taking a deep breath, he cast his gaze over the distant sea, firmly believing in his mission: he must uncover Old Ismay's conspiracy, reveal his true nature, and ultimately stop him.
He raised his glass and took a gentle sip, silently declaring, "Old Ismay, this game has just begun; let us wait and see."
Jackson set down his glass and turned to leave. He deliberately slowed his pace, seemingly wandering aimlessly on the deck while actually observing his surroundings.
"Mr. Jackson, you seem to be in a bit of a mood," came a slightly hoarse voice from behind him. Jackson stopped and turned to see a tall middle-aged man standing there, watching him with sharp eyes.
"Mr. Matthews, what brings you to the deck?" Jackson asked, forcing calmness into his voice.
"Oh, I just stepped out for some fresh air; the night breeze on this deck is indeed refreshing," Matthews replied with a smile, a hint of cunning flashing across his face.
"Is that so? How fortunate," Jackson responded politely without giving it much thought. However, he had grown wary; he knew Matthews was closely associated with Old Ismay.
"Mr. Jackson, it seems you've run into some trouble," Matthews said casually, though his gaze was chillingly cold.
Jackson furrowed his brow; he realized he had caught Matthews' attention.
"Mr. Matthews, are you concerned about me?" Jackson replied, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.
"Haha, it's just casual conversation, Mr. Jackson. Don't read too much into it," Matthews laughed, his smile seemingly holding some deeper meaning.
Jackson maintained his composure on the surface, but inside he felt increasingly anxious. He knew that Matthews would not approach him without reason; he must be here for Old Ismay.
"Nothing much, I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave," Jackson said. He turned and walked away, but not too far; instead, he quietly hid in the shadow of the railing, observing Matthews' every move.
Matthews did not seem to leave; he remained in place, his gaze fixed on Jackson.
Jackson thought to himself that he had caught Matthews' attention, and it seemed the plan needed adjustment. He could no longer afford to take risks; he had to find a way to leave the Titanic as soon as possible.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down and began searching for an opportunity to escape. He knew that Old Ismay had started to suspect him, and Matthews' presence indicated that Old Ismay was using those around him to keep him under surveillance. He had to act quickly; otherwise, he would find himself in an extremely dangerous situation.
At that moment, the deck was bustling with people. Passengers stood in groups, excitedly discussing their luxurious journey. The lights, music, and bursts of laughter on the deck made Jackson feel an overwhelming sense of hypocrisy.
He understood that beneath this seemingly calm surface lay countless undercurrents and brewing conspiracies. And he was merely a pawn being manipulated, at risk of becoming a victim in this cruel game at any moment.
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