TITANIC!                                                                                                   Rebecca Trenner

Sir Edward Phelps, 72, a retired New York banker and 1st class passenger aboard the Titanic. He is a large man, well dressed in a tailored suit with shiny brown leather shoes. He is reclining in a deep red leather armchair and smokes a large cigar. The room is dark and dressed with rich luxurious fabrics. It looks like a library/lounge and is occupied by many pieces of fine antique furniture.

It must have been fairly late in the evening-George and I were enjoying a glass of vintage claret and a Havana, mulling over recent Wall Street movements…I think maybe playing cards, when I hear this scraping noise, the ship shuddered. Cards on the floor and my goddamned claret too. My wife Maria comes in screaming like she was giving birth or something, so I calmed her down. George was cursing, saying ‘what’s going on?’ and then this guy comes in, some guy from down the decks, and he’s saying we’re sinking.

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So I grabbed him, um, by the collar, and stared him out, and then he followed me outside. When we were outside I said ‘hey, tell me the truth, what is going on?’ I could still hear Maria screaming from outside, even from outside the goddamned room. So this guy, he looks me in the eyes and says ‘we’re sinking’, he said we hit some ice and so now we’re going down. Yeh, I couldn’t believe it either. There I am having been told there is no way this ship will ever fail and now this guys telling me this ...

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