Night of the Unsinkable

It began with a subtle shudder, barely enough to ripple the brandy in my glass.

Confusion filled the air. We laughed, assuming we had merely brushed against

some wandering ice. Then the deck tilted. The crystal chandeliers swung,

casting jagged, dancing shadows across the floor. Realization hit like the cold.

The unsinkable ship was bowing to the dark, frozen Atlantic. Panic erupted.

The luxury was now a gilded cage as the freezing ocean rushed in.