The tremendous, tragic journey
It was 11am when I graciously stepped out of my chariot and began to take in the gorgeous view...
The Titanic was a beauty, her colossal, metallic black body was bobbing up and down in the calm (yet somehow exited) ocean. People from all around were dramatically waving and shouting things like “we’ll miss you!” or “come back soon!”. Drifting through the air and wispy clouds gazed down at the black beauty. The few little life boats were lined up neatly like soldiers going out to war. All my family were waving their top hats and tickets wildly with excitement watching and waiting for the ship to depart.
Gracefully, stepped onto the ship in my Prada pumps not knowing what the future had to hold. My future husband took me by the hand as we made our way up to our grand cabin with fabulous four poster beds and antique oak dressers, I took Agatha onto my lap and she gently muzzled my on the cheek and purred peacefully. I rested my sleepy head on my silky soft pillow.
Still half asleep, I was rudely awoken by Agatha gently licking my face and I randomly decided that she wanted to say that it was time for an adventure. I patiently waited for my mother to tie my corset but rather intimidatingly, my boyfriend was watching me with a rather cross expression on his face, I did wander what on earth he was stropping about but I decided to ignore him.
Despite my tiredness I , ventured up the mountainous stair case covered with a blanket of cotton red carpet and gazed longingly at the delicate, dainty pristine chandelier made of glistening glass. with excitement and joy I raced down to the 1st class dining room like an over exited puppy. when I finally arrived, the sweet smell of salty fish and chips and sirloin steak cooked to the perfection. the chefs were neatly lined up cooking the day away to satisfy every customer. The specimen of food that tickled my fancy was the desert coated in sweet smelling marzipan with strawberries picked at the peak of perfection.
Although I was not exactly tired, my mother and father insisted that I should go to bed. As I tossed and turned, I couldn’t get to sleep, Agatha was sound asleep therefore I feared to wake her. The gloominess haunted me, I was terrified I didn’t know what was happening and then I heard a sudden thud, I didn’t know what to do or what was going on. I heard the tragic sound of footsteps running around the ship and the crew stressfully awoke us from our slumber and handed us all a neon orange florescent life jackt, they had lost the grace a sophistication in their voice it had been swapped with stress and disorganization. They yelled with a rather ashamed tone in their voice, “we’ve hit an iceberg, put these on, stay calm and follow us!”
We we’re shocked and wandered if this was some kind of joke? I heard screams and tears from the 3rd class deck I thought to myself, what on earth is going on down there? The ship was tragically filling up all I could hear was the daunting silence of death, I felt as if the whole world was ending but then I heard a sound I recognized, it was the scowl of Agatha, she was freezing in the water. I plunged in to save her but my family pulled me back, after a while of tugging I reached the water as hauled Agatha out and wrapped her in my shawl I could tell she was clinging on to dear life. The sun was bulging with heat and I gaped open mouthed at the sinking ship, almost as if I was dreaming. I thought to myself, the Titanic is UNSINKABLE how could this be real!
We all stood there, just wandering what was going to happen to us. In a blink of an eye, the Titanic dramatically snapped in half. The bow of the ship lazily sank to the bottom of the ocean, leaving the front of it peacefully hanging there, the broken chimneys lolled of the side, it was a corpses lifeless head. Gracefully, the icebergs sat there faultlessly as if they had done nothing wrong in the slightest. If they were real people, they would have been infested with shame and guilt, never forgetting the lifeless tragedy they had caused.
Simply staring into space, I thought back to the buzzing line of people, waving top hats and wildly shanking flat caps, no - one had any fear or apprehension! As I dived deeper into this joyous memory, I noticed something I didn’t when it actually happened, the clouds were a musky grey, gazing down at the titanic with worry and despair as if they knew what was going to happen.
Everyone else in the lifeboat was gossiping, trying to decide whether or not the life boat had reached its capacity and was over crowded. I decided that it was all nonsense and that if anything was wrong, it would be that the lifeboat was not full enough! Rather irritatingly, they thought very differently
Agnes and I felt helpless, we were rudely dragged out of the lifeboat. And didn’t find our family until the next day...