The journey on Titanic.

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The journey on Titanic.

A survivor's story.

The Titanic was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life.

I had never been on a ship before and neither had Miss Eleanor. Of course, Miss Eleanor was complaining that the ship was not nearly grand enough, she is, sorry she was, a very ungrateful young lady.

The rooms were beautiful, decorated with crystal chandeliers and Mahogany banisters; I couldn't believe that the Heatherington family had allowed me to stay in a first class cabin.

The third class passengers were all shunted to the bottom to see their cabins. The staff showed us the dining room and it was wonderful. So fancy! I'd never seen anything like it.

I'd grown up in a very poor family who had scraped to live on what the Heatherington family had paid them for generations. I had only had a couple of years of quite poor education. I would have killed for the chances that Miss Eleanor had had. She certainly took her very generous opportunities for granted.

When we boarded the Titanic I was treated like such a lady and it was amazing, just because I was traveling first class they were such gentlemen.

As I entered my cabin I just kept walking around staring because it was so spectacular. The rich velvety sheets and comfortable carpet to scrunch your toes on, I couldn't resist slipping my shoes off (which were killing me) and indulging myself. I jumped on the bed and rolled around in the covers. Very unladylike I know but living in the lap of luxury is something that happens on very rare occasions.

As I waved to the coachman, I wondered what would be happening to me within the next few days. Whatever it was, I was sure that I was going to have a wonderful time.

We all had a meal that night which was a very enjoyable affair. Until, that is, Miss Eleanor shouted "ELIZABETH, I WOULD LIKE TO AUJORNE NOW", so of course, I had to go to her room with her and help her with her corset, and brush her hair, and basically everything else she asked me to do. I then snuck up to the deck to look at the ocean, it was spectacular.

I allowed the sea breeze to enter my nostrils, it was an exhilarating experience.

Later that evening, when the movement had passed, I got changed and allowed myself to slump right into my bed and hope to never come out of the wonderfully comfortable covers But I thought that in vain.
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I was woken up the next morning by Miss Eleanor screaming that her luggage had not been taken care of properly. I got up, pressed her clothes and began getting dressed myself.

I found my way to the café on deck and had my breakfast alone. As I was finishing my pot of tea, a young lady came over and asked, "May I join you?" I said that she could and we along immediately.

But then I heard...

"ELIZABETH, WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING MY EVNEING CLOTHES?" and with that she stomped away.

"I must ...

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