Titanic - diary of a survivor. As I made my way to the top deck I heard the huge roar of the ships mighty engines, the massive engines pulled out of port heading for the new world.

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By marc di-trolio

It all began on 10th of April in 1912 he continued, I was young and ambitious, and had just got my hands on a 3rd class ticket. At port I saw the most amazing site; the titanic was huge even biblical in size,                                                                                   “882 feet 9 inches long” said a man in the distance.                                                                      The titanic towered over the city; she stood like a beacon of hope in an otherwise desolate world. The ships 4 colossal chimneys reached for the sky they were mammoths of there class. Excited I ran to get on the ship                      “ticket please” said the stern ticket inspector.                                                                           I handed him the ticket and proceeded onto the ship, such a magnificent site it was to behold, crystal chandlers hung from the ceiling and silk tapestries covered the walls. Surrounded by splendour I was truly in heaven for no mortal hands could produce such fine things. Suddenly I was grabbed by a guard          “wrong entrance, go the other way” grunted the guard.

I walked the 3rd class passage the differences were immediate chandeliers were replaced with dim light bulbs; cast iron hull plating replaced the magnificent tapestry’s. My cabin was small and crowded not the splendour I had expected but still I thought to myself in a week’s time I would be in America where a man can make his fortune and strike it rich. Stories of streets lined with gold and women fuelled my travel to America. Later in the day made my way to the top deck to wave the ship out of port. As I made my way to the top deck I heard the huge roar of the ships mighty engines’, the massive engines pulled out of port heading for the new world.

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As the days pasted my spirit was invigorated with hope of the new world, the atmosphere was one of joy and excitement as there were many people like me whom were also heading to America in hope of a new life. One night I was talking to a man named tom Hargreaves.                                                                      “America is the future they say gold floes from the stream” said ...

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