Chapter Three.
We ran to the side of the ship to see that passengers were actually throwing themselves over the side into the ice cold waters. It seemed that Dred had already decided what he was going to do; he wanted to leap over the side with the others. Suddenly, there was an almighty creak and the whole ship shuddered beneath us before one of the four gigantic funnels toppled over and crashed through the deck. The expression dressed upon Mark's face said it all, he was horrified!. It all happened so quickly after that, we decided that staying on The Titanic for as long as possible was our best plan. But soon the ship had snapped in half and was being pulled underwater.
As the ship lowered beneath the surface, we held our breath and kicked as hard as possible to avoid being sucked underwater and drowning. The water around me felt like a thousand knives all stabbing me at the one time- it had to have been a couple of degrees below freezing at least. Suddenly I felt more terrified than ever as I looked around and couldn't see Dred or the others anywhere. I could easily see my breath in front of me and the realism of the situation hit me like a steam train- I couldn't survive long in these temperatures.
Suddenly, Dred burst up from the water, breaking the surface like a powerful sea god. I was definitely glad to see him. "Where are Chilli and Mark?" I asked through chattering teeth.
"I don't know, I lost them once the ship went under" he replied anxiously as he glanced between the bobbing heads. I happily thought of what Mark would say when we met again and what he'd think of the 'unsinkable' Titanic now. 'Look! Over there, there's an upturned boat with some people on it, let's go!" whispered Dred as he pointed at the lifeboat. We wearily swam towards the boat and much to our relief, the occupants welcomed us happily.
After that, we sat on the boat as it drifted through the water. I was woken from a dreadful sleep by a nudge to the ribs, Dred was pointing at the ship that was anchored before us. Carpathia the ship read, and I'd never been happier to see one in all my life. The thirty of us that had survived on the upturned lifeboat were helped onto the Carpathia and asked to give our names, to make it easier for someone to find us. Mark Mackay and Billy Woods weren't on the list and I was in denial, I couldn't believe that my best friend was dead!. Dred and I sat in a stony silence; we'd both lost a friend that morning.
"Chilli knew he wasn't going to survive you know? He couldn't swim. He knew he was going to die" said Dred remorsefully.
I remained silent, fearful that if I opened my mouth I'd scream and that if I started crying I'd never stop. I decided I was going to stick near Dred, I knew that's what Mark would've wanted. When the ship docked at New York, Dred and I headed out into the fervent sunshine, ready to start a new life and forget the horrors we'd just brooked. Seven-hundred and five people survived the sinking of The Titanic of a total two-thousand two-hundred and twenty-seven passengers. There were only enough lifeboats onboard to save half the total amount of travellers, The Titanic and half of it's passengers truly were doomed from the moment they set foot on the glorious ship..
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