A Night to Remember: Titanic POV

It began with a faint shudder, a vibration so subtle it barely disturbed the brandy

in my glass. Confusion reigned. On the boat deck, we found shards

of ice, white and cold against the polished wood. The realization hit

when the gilded halls began to drown. The ocean was claiming the finest

work of man. Luxury gave way to primal fear. As the flares lit the sky,

we knew the unsinkable was lost.