Memoir of a survivor - Titanic

“Iceberg! Right ahead!” The dreaded call was one which made my heart sink, almost so that it touched the bottom of the Atlantic. Would I get to see my parents, and Emily? That was a question I hated to think about. The ships efforts in trying to avoid the iceberg were unsuccessful; she was hulled on the starboard side. Despite hitting the iceberg, most people’s attitudes were very upbeat; they were even playing football with the large pieces of ice that were dispersed! Their thoughts spread onto mine; I was beginning to believe that this ship was, in fact, unsinkable.

I went back to my cabin where I led on my bed and fell asleep, I thought nothing of the iceberg incident. Well, that was until the alarms sounded. “Everyone out! Onto deck, fasten life jackets!” Now the tension was rising. The screams of children were deafening. Grown men were fighting their way through the crowds. I ran frantically onto deck. This was now on a slant, Titanic was sinking! Distress flares were fired. The freezing cold water was touching my feet. It was an upward struggle to get away from it, and was made even harder by the heavy life jackets. I managed to run to the nearest bar. I could hear the horrible sound of plates and the high pitched clatter of glasses breaking. I then thought that I must get to a lifeboat. When I reached the life boat point I noticed some leaving only half full! I tried to express my anger to the marshals but I was pushed away and pointed at with a gun. I could see some men who had fallen in the ocean after trying to get into a lifeboat, I wanted to help, believe me, but, marshals were again reluctant. By this time one side of the ship was very high and it was only a matter of time before she would be at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Then there was my chance for survival, I was offered a boat. I jumped in as fast as I could. The boat was lowered to the icy water with a splash. I looked out onto the ocean; it was a great, big blue carpet, but exceedingly cold. As the boat travelled further into the shadows, I looked back and saw the ‘unsinkable’ Titanic upright in the ocean. Then the lights were extinguished with a buzz and the atmosphere became even more terrifying. The echoing screams of the unlucky people were heard and are still heard in my head to this very day. So as the Titanic slowly, bit by bit, slipped out of my sight, never to be seen again, I thought to myself. I am one of the lucky individuals who got a boat, I am one of the lucky individuals who will survive, and I am one of the lucky individuals who will get to see his little sister.