It was an early morning, I had just bought my ticket for the titanic. It looked so majestic with the four funnels, and it surely looked unsinkable. I walked on board, onto the big deck, and there was already many people out on the deck. Looking down at the clear crystal water. Before the titanic were about to sail away from the dock, one late guy ran as fast as he could, and barely made it onto the ship. His name was William. He was always late, no matter what. Finally the Titanic started sailing and everyone was celebrating and waving at us, from the dock. My ticket was a 2nd class ticket, which meant I wasn’t a part of the rich, nor the poor group, but rather in a group between the rich and poor. I felt really bored, so I decided to head down to the lower deck, where people were dancing and eating. It was a very joyful experience. After the party on the lower deck, I decided to head to bed. I woke up to a lot of people screaming, but not from fear but rather the fun of it. There was rumours about a band playing some delightful music, but I didn’t have time for that, since I was really hungry. It was probably just my hangover speaking. Nevertheless, I headed into the dinning-room. They had big, juicy and well-cooked beefs. However, they were too expensive for my taste. I just had to live with some minor food, like cooked rice with curry. After I finish eating, I headed up to the upper deck, and saw, what appeared to be, the love of my life. I tried greeting her, but she was a 1st class passenger. I had no chance, I felt corrupted and sad inside. I had to leave my fears behind, so I stood up, looked her directly in the eyes, and greeted her welcome. She laughed with a cute little giggle. It was as if the time stopped, and only we were the ones who could move. I held her hand and hugged her goodbye. It was one of the highlights from my pitiful life. Since I never actually were a romantic, nor a person people liked. I normally just stood still without smiling, nor frowning. I had this neutral expression, and people saw me as a loner. That was their opinion, which I could not care less about. It was now the third night on the ship, and I felt tired, so I headed back to my cabin. I woke up to gruesome screams coming from the upper deck, so I decided to head up there. Right there it was, a giant iceberg, and we were on colliding streak with it. The crew tried their best to avoid the collision, but it was too late. It hit the right side of the ship, and cut a big, wide hole. The water began to rise, and flooded the ship from within. The ship then started to tip, and the passengers started to panic, which would be normal in a disaster like this. The ship tilted more and more, and suddenly we heard and saw, a massive crack on the deck. It was the titanic bending, and at last broke apart. People were holding on to the railing, to avoid sliding into the icy, cold water. One passenger grabbed onto my leg, and teared a piece of my pants off, resulting in him to plummet to his death. It was horrific. An experience I would not want to try again. The ship slowly started to get under water. Only the tip of the ship were still standing. I saw a lifeboat in the water, around 200 meters away from my location. Therefore, I swam for it, as hard as I could. I made it, and so did my diary, filled with the horrific experiences, written on paper. I will never descent. William R. Fink
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