This is my version of the Titanic, again if you are a
writer that wishes to collaberate on these ideas please
drop me a line at
[email protected]. Well this sotry would not
volunteer any new information on the Titanic, but it will
perhaps provide new insight on the feelings [mood] of her
passengers and crew that fateful night, and also it is a
poetic contribution to all other Titanic literature available
at your public library and local book store. Lastly, this
piece is meant to show the Titanic was more than just a
collision with destiny, it was an adventure despite the outcome,
an extraordinary experience and tale. On with the tale. :)
My Titanic Story
She was a beauty, the likes of which there was no equal.
The Titanic stood for among other things luxury and comfort,
and housed some of the richest industrial men and elegant
ladies. With her decorum designed by the influences of the
Renaissance Period, she was built to resemble and perhaps
even rival museums. The Titanic embodied the dreams of
journeying to distant lands, dreams of technological advancements,
dreams that she would fulfill so they thought in 1912. The
passengers aboard her mighty vestige were astonished by her behemoth
stature, she stood as tall as corporate buildings and as wide as
several city blocks, she looked invincible.
The Titanic held some kind of charm for all the passengers regardless
of class. For some it was a voyage of leisure, others a voyage of
romance, and some a new start. The Titanic would travel through the
Mid-Atlantics during Iceberg season and not fear hitting Icebergs. Dubbed
the UnsinkableRMS Titanic, she boasted an air of
invincibility, while her creators and navigators boasted arrogance to
claim she could never sink, so they gambled. They filled
her with twenty rescue boats with the maximum capacity on each boat to
hold 65 passengers. If the Titanic herself could speak, she would say,"
This is unacceptable, we will need more."
She sailed gracefully but frighteningly fast, any of the passengers
standing or walking near the deck rails of her vast body could feel the
winds crashing into them. If they had courage to stand on the rails they
would feel as if they were flying. She had all the tools of leisure as
there were cafes, promenade, indoor recreational areas, and she pampered her
"A" class passengers with a private promenade, turkish baths, luxurious cabins,
and a dining area featuring a grand staircase. The Titanics luxury was why she had
attracted so many people of material wealth and stature, but no matter the class,
she treated all her passengers to a view of the ocean and sailed so steady she made her
passengers believe they were safe in her body.
Meanwhile the steamrats were hard at work, slaving over the
unbearable heated stoves to feed her the coal to maintain her
energy and free spirit. The temperature in the steamroom were
very humid and the noise from the huge pumps and engines were
frighteningly real. Walking on the sunny decks looking over the
vast blue ocean on which she sails, she gave her passengers a
sense of comfort, and even as there were but 20 life boats, her by
reputation and belief by the engineers were enough to dismiss the
inadequate number of life boats.
She could have sailed on the seas for another two weeks, for she had
a hearty supply of food, it could only be compared to the Noah's Ark.
Titanic had two other sisters, but they could hardly compare to her, for she
was fitted with luxury that her sisters were not equipped with. Her navigator
was a veteran of the seas for 25 years, Captain E.J. Smith, and he more than
anyone else completely believed in her, that she could not sink even if she had
struck an Iceberg. During her maiden voyage, a charted course was laid out traveling
across the transatlantic to the American port in Long Island, N.Y.
The Titanic has perhaps one of the most efficient crews onboard, this is why
the service is impeccible and second to none, but it does have the earmarks of
slavery. Even in crisis this crew would keep their composure. Even as the Titanic
surges forward in full speed, the passengers and crew do not react, for she has
night eyes in the form of two men in the crow's nest watching for any impending danger.
On this night, a chilling sping-tingling night, she is headed for an Iceberg. Her night eyes
immediately inform the engine room, and the engine room calls down to the steamroom rats to make
a 90 degree turn starboard, as quickly as the steamroom rats work to turn her around, it is too
late as she sideswipes the Iceberg.
Then there is spooky silence, as it appears the Iceberg has compromised her
threshold. Fragments of Ice land on the decks of her body and some of the passengers
play with the Ice on the decks. This is the point where she feels that she is slowly drowning
from the wound inflicted to her by the Iceberg. The Ship of Dreams would slowly sink to the
bottom of the vast ocean, and ironically it would be her last breath of air, for her and the
people aboard this once mighty, but now fallen vessel. God Bless.
END.
