Original Writing on Titanic

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Original Writing on Titanic The gloomy day is still fresh in my head. A desolate place in freezing conditions torments my dreams, but the ship is still desirable for in my dreams, the mahogany rooms and being in America. Those dreams still torture me still as they cannot become a reality. My name is William Hamburg. I was a forty-year-old stockbroker, and needed a new tension free life; one with no quarrels with people that I may have disappointed. The Titanic was a key to freedom and pleasure in a new country and with new prospects. The opportunities that could have been available to us were unimaginable and priceless. As an expert in financial assets, I still believe that America is the country to be living. As a farther, I would have liked my children to grow up and then look after me in my old age with my life companion, their mother. Jim, Jack and John, my three sons still young to enjoy their youth had to come, as this was a family move. The price was high but to travel at the highest possible class to a new start, to new dreams I believed it was is worth every penny. The date was April 10. All classes anticipated the maiden voyage for the greatest and most lavish vessel afloat. This may have been a mere pleasure trip, a society outing for the wealthy but This voyage of the world's biggest and most significant vessel afloat would also be a major stepping stone for the underprivileged population of England. These would be making a one-way journey, looking for a better life in America. They had sold everything they owned, which for many of them was not a great deal to begin with. Their worldly belongings would fill jus... ... middle of paper ... ...ping and horror surrounded it. All was quiet but weeping could be heard. The lights were flickering and failed consuming the surroundings into darkness. The boat had survivors but it was not full. I rowed in. She had lost the funnels and lives but was still floating. She snapped but was still fighting, to be submerged again by the icy water. The ocean would now be the final resting place for all these souls. The iron queen is now to rest in the infestation of creatures at the bottom of the great sea. She had gone, but the doomed could not be helped. The distress of all those that surrounded me cannot be expressed but they had reason. We rowed in to the floating grave but the weep that could be heard had faded. The agonising screams were finely replaced by the silence of the dark night, what remained was a morgue.

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