A Night on the Titanic: From Luxury to Terror

Everything was elegant. Then, a shudder felt like a gentle tremor through the

crystal chandeliers. We thought it was the engines. But outside, a mountain of

white glided past our portholes. The band played on, but water began

to claim the ornate, golden grand staircase. Confusion turned to terror.

The unsinkable was slipping into the dark, freezing Atlantic.