My wife and son, boarding the Olympic to America, me boarding this ship, our son being born, meeting my wife, my childhood, my parents, who always believed that I would be apart of something important, and even my dog, Charlie, who we had to sell to scrounge up the money to sail to America, and how I miss him, how I miss my family… 

Then the water crashes in. It's so sudden, so shocking, that I almost forget to grab onto something as the water sweeps through, as to not get tossed. I grab the handle of a coal door and hold on as the icy water comes through. It's so cold, it feels like it is burning me, but I hold on to the coal door. I realize, that the watertight doors are starting to close and I shout through the soaked room, 

"GET TO THE WATERTIGHT DOORS! THEY ARE OUR ONLY WAY OUT!"  

The door is about a quarter of the way closed when I have slowly marched my way through the water over to it, and push the first person through. My heart leaps as I think that possibly everyone will be able to get through. Luckily, the doors close relatively slowly, so I have enough time to push 3 more people through before it gets to about 2/3 closed. The last people have hiked their way through the flood, which is rising at every second, and are at the door. Two people crawl under at the same time, leaving me, Hopscotch, another boiler room worker, and the telegraph receiver. The feeling of terror that I feel inside of me is mirrored on all of their faces, but the telegraph receiver summons some dignity and says 

"Who should go?" 

"There is no time to be polite, get out of the door!" I yell at him.

He looks slightly offended but crawls through the remaining 2 feet of door space. As he goes through, and the unfamiliar boiler worker starts crawling in behind him, I look at the clock on the wall. 12: 25 am flashes through my head and the clock suddenly becomes my life. I only have a short amount of time, and it's ticking away a little too quickly for my liking. It's only about 12:00, but I realize that I am not going to make it. I mean, logically, there is still a good foot in a quarter to climb through, and if my hunch was correct, 25 minutes, but something inside of me knows that even if I do get through that door, I will not survive. Why waste the life of a person who won't survive, when you can save someone who just might?  

"Michael. Go," I say in a steady voice.  

"No, ain't leaving you! You go!" He sounds like a wounded animal, but I push on. 

"The door is getting smaller, you need to go through!" I give him a forceful shove. 

"You go through, or we both die because I am not going through!" 

"Michael... Do you have a family in America?" He hesitates, then says

"Three daughters. My wife died five years ago."

"You see? You are more important. My wife is still alive, and she can take care of our son, even though it will be extremely hard. You, though? Your kids need you. They might even die without you. You must go. " 

He looks at the door, only about 8 inches remaining, just enough for him to squeeze through.

"Better only one of us didn't make it," I try to keep my voice steady, for Michael's sake, but it cracks a little.  

This seems to push him across the line. He looks at the door and dives for it, saying as he goes through 

"I will never forget you, Freddy!" 

He looked up at me, instantly understanding. He started to run to the stairs climb up them, and sprint into the bridge. I looked back at the looming structure of ice. We were getting closer and closer by the second. I turned to the other lookout next to me, Reginald Lee.  

“Why aren’t they turning?” I asked him in a scared voice. “I don’t know, Frederick.” He answered. 

I looked back at the huge iceberg. We were only a few yards away now. I closed my eyes and braced for the impact, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw that we had just missed the edge, turning hard-a-port.  

“Ha! That was very clo-” 

 I suddenly heard a horrible scraping sound, like nails on a chalkboard. I fell back onto the floor and grabbed the railings. Reginald almost toppled right off of the crow’s nest. After a few seconds, the shaking and noise stopped. 

“What was that?” Reginald almost screamed.  

“I think that we hit the berg...” I said. He looked at me with a worried expression. “But don’t worry. This ship is called unsinkable after all.” His expression slowly changed from worried to relieved. 

“Oh yes, we will be fine.” He replied. We both chuckled for a moment and got back up. I looked down at the deck. 

A chunk of ice had fallen off of the great iceberg, and a few young men were kicking it around. I looked at the iceberg and saw that we were smoothly gliding past us. I knew something was going to happen. And so, we waited for more information on the damage. 

 

Only a half-hour later, people were rushing up onto the main deck in panic. Everyone was wearing life jackets, obviously anticipating the inevitable. I climbed down out of the crow’s nest and onto the main deck.  

“Frederick! Reginald! Get over here!” It was 2nd officer Charles Lightoller. We both ran over to him, struggling through the crowd. He was in front of Lifeboat 6. “Get in here!” He ordered. We did not hesitate to follow his orders. We clambered in and waited for our boat to be lowered. 

 

A few seconds later, the lifeboat was full of frightened people. Two men walked up to the ropes on either side of the lifeboat and began lowering them. It took a long time, about 20 minutes. But after we were in the water, there was no turning back. We paddled the lifeboat as far away from the ship as we could get it, and then we stopped. A woman in the row behind me, Margaret Brown, was making quite a fuss. 

“We need to go back to help the others!” I looked back at her. 

“We can’t. There are too many desperate people, and they will swamp the boat.” We argued for a few minutes, then she gave up. I looked back at the magnificent, sinking ship. The bow was tilting noticeably downwards now, and almost all the lifeboats on the front of the ship had been launched. We could do nothing but watch as the people frantically raced to the stern of the ship, hoping to board a lifeboat there. The ship was tilting very much now, and the bridge must have been underwater. 

The others in the lifeboat were whispering prayers, hoping that their families were on a different lifeboat and that they would see them again. I suddenly heard a horrible noise, like a twister ripping apart buildings. I looked back at the ship and saw that the center was straining terribly hard. It wasn't made for stress like this. Then a huge crack and the ship broke into two. I could hear the people screaming through the cold air as the front half of the ship went completely submerged. The remaining people still on the ship were now even more frantic to get to the stern.  

“Oh no...” I heard from multiple people behind me. I was horrified that a ship deemed unsinkable could cause so much grief. Then, the back half of the ship began to tilt up, up, up, until it was almost vertical. People were holding on to railings and falling 50 feet. Some people had managed to climb up onto the stern of the ship, where the propellers were. Then, the ship began to fall down, down, into the foaming, freezing cold water beneath. Some people jumped from where they were sitting, hoping that the impact wouldn’t kill them. When there was only the back end of the ship left, a current formed, pulling people down into the sea, like a whirlpool. Then, silently, the entire ship slipped under the smooth water, taking hundreds of lives with it. 

I was right, the Titanic was sinking! We ran over to lifeboat 7. My feet slapping against the cold, wet wood. The smell of salt wafted through my nose as saltwater splashed against my face. They told me to get in so we could get away as fast as possible, "But there might still be women and children!", I shouted. 

"We have to go, sir," a crew member yelled back, "Or we'll drown!"

"Fine," I replied as I got in the boat, and sailed away.

When we hit the water I could feel the wood of the lifeboat and the coldness of the deep choppy water as I looked up to see the beautiful ship it once was all disappearing into the water one minute at a time.

 We were rowing away until Molly noticed something.    

"We have to go back I know we can fit one more I know it!" she shouted vigorously. 

But there was no way we would make it so I said to her,

"If we go back we have a big chance that we will die, do you really want to take that chance!" 

"No, but I know we can fit one more and that is what is important," she said fearlessly. 

"Would you like to get thrown off this boat!" I said with a firm voice.

 

I knew she was going to be a handful the minute I saw her but, after that, she was quiet the rest of the way. We rowed into the distance as the stars twinkled in the light.   

What killed the sillenites was  back an forth shouting  

"woman and children first!!" The crew exclaimed 

"LET US OUT WE ARE PEOPLE TOO!" the people stated  

"NO, YOU ARE THIRD CLASS!" the crew said with a stone-cold face "you are lesser!"

This was depressing to say the least  they were dying because they were poor. It was inhuman the screams of terr. At this point I was waiting patiently I was terrified; the ship hit an ice burg 

"We are going down help we will die"

I was lucky enough to get a lifeboat the strong smell of the water and then going in my mouth still haunts me.  

"Put more people in its bad that we lost the people in the fuel room and soon 3ed class fill the boats up!" exclaimed a crew mate

"No, the captain said so!" Said another crew mate 

"He died, He went down with the ship. "The first crew mate stated "its his oath"  "the captain must go down with his ship!" the crew mate said with a tear dripping from his eye.  
   I overheard this the captain would die he is going down with the ship no no, I cant think about than now I need to get of this dreaded boat. As much as i let it go i cant stop thinking about it he can live why wont he just save himself could this be it the end...what will happen next is the radio broken who will save us will we even be saved....

"No thanks, I think I'm going to hit the hay," said Hugh Woolner.

"Alright See you later Hugh"

I was just walking out when Crash! Everything started to shake and fall over. It felt like it lasted for 10 minutes! Then everything came to a stop. I went outside and looked over, "Looks like we hit an Iceberg"

I went back into the smoking-room,

Everyone was asking

"what happened?"

I told them "Everyone calm down we just hit an iceberg, The unsinkable can definitely handle that."

"Alright thanks, Hugh."

After about 20 minutes a lot of people started coming up from the lower classes and asked one person, "whats going on?"

"Water's filling up the cabins and down below, The Unsinkable is sinking."

"Oh boy," I told myself

The water was getting higher, and he could feel objects in the water hitting him on the leg, he could smell the oceans saltiness around him, he could see tables, broken chair legs, and some people struggling to go up the stair case that was almost under the water.  

"Help!" Walter heard multiple people yell. He needed to worry about himself right now. 

Eventually, he got up the staircase, and the room was not underwater, so he ran, and ran, until he got to the last floor before the top deck, behind him, more water was coming, so he sped up to the top deck. It was filled with people running and screaming, women and kids were getting into lifeboats. Walter waited and waited until there were no lifeboats left. Tons and tons of people were still on deck, not in a lifeboat. Walter was finding ways to get off the titanic for hours when the titanic split in half. There was no time, Walter jumped off deck from thirty feet into the cold salty waters.

"Getting your food now madam." I replied 

"Hey chef we need to get the food out faster" I said.

As you can see I am a butler pretty stressing job but fun. It was just any day serving food to people. All sudden the boat started shaking it felt like thousands of marbles falling all at one! We didn't know what was happening.   

I awoke to my third day on the Titanic, I used the restroom and went to go serve Mrs. Madeline. I spent the day following Mrs. Madeline's requests and taking a few breaks every so often. I rested my head against a soft pillow as I finished my day, or so I thought. Around 2:00 am a loud crash came from below the ship, I woke up startled from the loud sound. I met Mr. and Mrs. Astor in their room, along with Miss Caroline and Victor Robins. The noise shook Mrs. Madeline and Mr. Astor offered to investigate what it was.  He returned quickly and informed us that the ship had hit ice, but assured us that the damage wasn't serious.  

 "Mother after dinner may we head upstairs to get some shuteye, "Said jenny."Of course but first I would like to stop by molly browns room ."

I awoke to my third day on the Titanic, I used the restroom and went to go serve Mrs. Madeline. I spent the day following Mrs. Madeline's requests and taking a few breaks every so often. I rested my head against a soft pillow as I finished my day, or so I thought. Around 2:00 am a loud crash came from below the ship, I woke up startled from the loud sound. I met Mr. and Mrs. Astor in their room, along with Miss Caroline and Victor Robins. The noise shook Mrs. Madeline and Mr. Astor offered to investigate what it was.  He returned quickly and informed us that the ship had hit ice, but assured us that the damage wasn't serious.  

 The iceberg had scraped across the hull, tearing a hole in her side, chunks of ice were scattered across the deck, people were getting out of their cabins to see what had happened. About 20 minutes later I heard that the ship had been taking in water and the boiler room was almost submerged. That's when the hairs on my arm stood on end and I got the worst sense of panic I ever had.

 By now the crew was starting to let 1st class women and children onto the lifeboats. People were running and screaming. I was ordered to board and lower lifeboat 6. t took 30 minutes to get the boat loaded and lowered, those were the worst thirty minutes of my life. Quartermaster Robert Hichens and I were in charge of the boat. People were begging to get on the boat, but only a select few could board. One lady was forced to board.

 When the boat was halfway down from the ship to the water, the passengers said they wanted more oarsmen to paddle. So Hichens called for anyone with sailing experience to board the lifeboat. A Canadian Colonel Arthur Peuchen volunteered and shimmed from the ship down to the lifeboat on the ropes. Finally, the lifeboat hit the water. as we were paddling away from the wreck, the stern of the ship was now at a 90-degree angle. Now the ship was going into the water at a faster pace. One passenger wanted to go back and save some people, but I knew if we went back the lifeboat would not be able to hold everyone.

 In the distance, I started to see some lights so I told everyone to paddle towards them.