En fortælling fra Titanic

It was the 15th April 1912. I was onboard on the majestic ship Titanic with my friend Rob. We had been onboard for approximately 3 weeks, and everything was going absolutely fine. Me, Rob and some girl we met called Ariel was sitting on the upper decks bar, enjoying a couple of drinks while chatting back and forth. We all 3 looked forward to arriving in New York. Because none of us had been their before so we were all pretty excited. But suddenly we heard big a scratchy noise. Everyone in the bar jumped up from their seats, no one knew what just happened, but a few minutes later the captain took to the microphone, and informed people through the speaker that the ship had hit an iceberg, and we should all seek towards the rescue boats hanging around the ship. Then hell broke out, people started screaming and running through the exit doors, meanwhile a small fire broke out in the kitchen, which caused a smoke in the bar that clearly didn’t help anything as everyone’s vision got slightly worse. Me, Rob and Ariel also started running in the direction of the closest exit door, it was totally chaos. The door was completely full of people trying to get out on the sundeck, but we 3 found a little whole in the doorway, which we slipped through. We were finally on the sundeck where 3 or 4 rescue boats were hanging down the sides of the boat. And I remember clearly thinking that 3 or 4 boats definitely wouldn’t be enough to save everyone on the sundeck, and I was right. But we all 3 somehow got into a boat, which quickly got loaded with lot’s of people. After a minute or two a man stood up and cut the tires that were holding the boat. We dropped down around 15 meters, and suddenly we hit the water with a splash. From the rescue boat I could see people swimming around the water yelling for help, but there was no help to get from us. If we would have picked up more people, our boat would have sunk. After that I don’t remember anything I just blacked out. I met so many people on the ship which probably have died, or lost their whole family, and I’m feeling so sorry for them, especially Ariel who lost his mother. And for me to have met those whose families got ripped apart just makes me feel even sadder because I can clearly relate to what pain they must feel right now. So, that have clearly made me feel even more hurt, sad and mad to witness this nightmare like tragedy.