Titanic: The Final Hour

The unsinkable ship. We felt like kings, surrounded by mahogany, gold,

and the world's finest silk. Then, a shudder. Faint at first,

like a giant finger scraping against the iron hull. Some laughed, playing with ice

on the deck. We had no idea the tragedy starting. The engines stopped.

The silence was more terrifying than the noise that had come before. Orders were barked.

Women and children first. All this luxury meant absolutely nothing now.

The deck began to slant. The chilling Atlantic was claiming its prize,

and us with it. Panic replaced the wine. Lights flickered as