Titanic: The POV of the Collision

At 11:40 PM, there was no explosion. Just a faint shudder,

like a heavy finger rubbing the hull. Then came the silence.

The rhythmic pulse of the engines simply vanished, replaced by an eerie,

biting cold. Out on the deck, passengers laughed, tossing chunks of

ice, oblivious to the massive gash below. But as the bow began to

tilt, the luxury felt like a gilded cage. Terror finally set

in. The unsinkable dream was dying. For over two thousand souls,

the nightmare was only just beginning.