Titanic- A Survivors Story

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3rd November

Titanic- A Survivors Story

Walking up the gangplank I felt nervous… I was one metre away from my first steps aboard the Titanic. It had been a hard day, having to leave my friends and family to start a new life. I had had a job offer in the centre of New York City and it had been a rush to get my place on the ‘Titanic’s Maiden Voyage’. I felt heaviness in my heart; not knowing what was lying ahead of me made me feel anxious and excited.

        From the outside the Titanic was a swan, gracefully gliding through the water. Not sure of what to accept, I stepped inside to discover a world of comfort. The bed sheets were pure cotton, unlike my worn out linen ones back home, and the whole boat smelt of freshly picked flowers. My ticket didn’t allow me to go onto the top floor but I managed to have a brisk walk around before being asked to return. The interior was mainly dark oak, with huge mirrors hanging from the ceiling to floor. Before I was sent back to my room, I took a look through the double glass doors leading to the main dining room. What a magnificent sight! Fine porcelain china being laid onto the huge tables. Tiffany lamps centred on each table too. The most humungous chandelier in the centre of the room made the light dance across the richly coloured walls. I would have given anything to be first class but I was lucky to even have a place aboard the ship.

        Walking down the stairs to my deck I passed a piece of paper carelessly dropped onto the floor. Out of curiosity I picked it up and unfolded it to find a note scribbled down. I couldn’t believe my eyes! It said, ‘Icebergs ahead’. This immediately rang alarms bells, what would happen if the boat hit an iceberg and sank? I needed to talk to someone about what I had found. Who? I didn’t know anybody aboard this ship and I hadn’t even seen my roommate yet! Rushing back to my room I found the door already open and a mother and child were sitting at the table opposite one of the beds.

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        “Hello dear, I suppose you’re our roommate for the journey? This is my daughter Elizabeth and my name is Emily. Would you like a glass of milk?” Not waiting for an answer she reached across the table and poured me a glass. She had a warm smile and although she looked quite old, she did not act or dress that way.

        “Hi my names Chloe. Have you chosen your bed or do I get to take first pick?” I tried to give a smile as she passes me the glass but she seemed a bit pushy for my likening. ...

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