Terror on the Titanic

It began with a faint tremor, a soft shudder through the floor of the grandest

ship built. In the luxury of the lounge, no one believed the unsinkable could

ever be in danger. Then I saw it. Shards of ice

scattered across the deck. A chilling silence followed. The elegance dissolved

as the freezing ocean reclaimed its territory, inch by cold, silent inch.

Confusion turned to terror. The dream was sinking, and the cold

reality was finally setting in. In those final moments, there were no

rich or poor. We were just souls in the dark. The unsinkable was