POV: Onboard the Titanic

At first, it was just a faint shudder. A ripple in my glass of

scotch. We stepped out onto the deck, laughing. The air was

biting, but the sea was unnaturally calm. Then we saw it.

A mountain of ice, silently scraping against the steel hull like a giant's

knife. The music kept playing, but the luxury felt like a

gilded cage as the water rose. In an instant, the unsinkable dream became a cold,

dark nightmare.