Night of the Titanic: A Passenger's POV

It was April fourteenth, nineteen twelve. The Titanic felt like a floating

palace, safe and sturdy. Suddenly, a faint shudder ran through the

hull. It was just a slight vibration, barely noticeable. There is no

cause for alarm, sir. A minor issue. Please return to your cabin comfortably.

Up on deck, some passengers were actually playing football with chunks of ice from the

berg. Then I saw it. Icy water creeping silently over the

beautiful marble stairs in the lower decks. The music kept playing,

but the screams were starting to drown out the violins of the band.