Titanic: A Night of Terror

April fourteenth, nineteen twelve. We were on the world's most luxurious palace at

sea. A slight shudder. No one panicked at first. It felt like

a minor vibration. Then, the engines stopped. We saw the white chunks of

ice scattered across the deck. Confusion turned to fear as the stewards began handing

out the heavy cork life vests. The luxury of the grand staircase meant nothing as

the freezing Atlantic water rushed in. In that cold, dark night, the unsinkable ship

began its final journey to the bottom.