April 1912
"Winnie!" Jack ran toward me with Rose right behind him. He almost ran right into me, but luckily his shoes caught friction.
"Jack, Rose?" Jack grabbed my arm, and dragged me to a corner by the grand staircase.
"Owh! That hurt! What is the meaning of this? If this is about Rose, I'm sor-"
"Shut up for once Winnie! This isn't a silly girl fantasy this is serious." I stared at her. Never has Rose talked like this to me. Jack was just as surprised as I was.
"We ain't got time for arguing. Not me, and certainly the both of you. Winnie!" Grabbing my shoulders he looked me square in the eye. "Listen that lurch we felt, we-
"I know, I know. We hit an iceberg. Jeremy told me."
"He did? Winnie you shouldn't really start with hi-"
"Jack!" Rose squealed tugging his shirt.
"Oh, right. Winnie." He picked up my hand. "We just talked to Mr. Andrews. He said…. He said…" I stared at him, waiting for him to get on with it.
"He said Titanic wasn't built to have so much pressure build up on the compartments." Rose blurted. She and Jack both looked at each other, then at me. Suddenly I understood at once. Titanic the Unsinkable Ship, thee Ship of Dreams, the one God couldn't sink himself… was indeed going to sink into the depths of the ocean.
Tears began forming in my eyes. It's unbreakable to consider that Titanic, only a float for five days, less then a week on the ocean, was going to go under. Ship of Dreams, the one thing in my life I was looking forward to go on to. My dreams where going to go down with this ship. Meeting lady liberty, getting away from my family. Starting a new life.
On the contrary the most unbearable thing is the lack of life boats on the ship. All those souls. More then half, going to give up the ghost. Them, going to finally meet their creator at long last. A precious waste of life.
It's hard for me to think about those people. Some of them never going to finish their life! I wonder what is in store for myself….