Jack glances across the well deck. At the aft railing of B deck promenade stands Rose in a long creamy green dress. [Close-up on Jack, unable to take his eyes off of her] They are level to each other, about 70 feet apart, with the well deck like a valley between them. She on her promontory, he on his. She looks like a figure in a romantic novel, sad and isolated. Jack is riveted by her… not just by her beauty, but by the sadness in her face. She reminds him of a melancholy princess locked in a tower. Rose turns suddenly and looks right at Jack. Their eyes meet across the space of the well deck, across the gulf between worlds. Then she turns away.
— excerpt from the original Titanic scriptment