Titanic: The Night Luxury Met Terror

The brandy in my glass rippled. It was a faint shudder, nothing more than

that. We stepped onto the deck, laughing about the ice that had

fallen on the wood. But then the engines stopped. A silence deeper

than the ocean settled over the ship. In an instant, the elegant grand

staircase was filled with the sounds of rising panic. The unsinkable ship was tilting,

and the freezing Atlantic air began to bite our skin. Luxury had vanished

entirely. There was only the cold, the dark, and the crushing

fear.