the "unsinkable" ship

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
mary goes on the titanic for her dad's job. little does she know, it will almost cost her her life.

Submitted: March 24, 2017

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The “Unsinkable Ship”

As I crammed my most loved belongings into a small bag, the water level was already up to my knees. I grabbed the bag, and rushed out of my room slamming the door. There was only one problem; I was stuck.

All of this commotion started on April 12th 1912, when I boarded the R.M.S Titanic. I stood on the dock at 12:30 pm, and my dad walked up beside me. “Bye Mary,” my father whispered, “See you when we get off the ship.” Then he briskly walked onto the Titanic, ready to start his job as one of the 688 coal workers, in Boiler Room 4. He was ready for a hard day of work, and had a smile from ear to ear. Standing all alone on the creaky dock in Queenstown, I started to wonder about the “unsinkable ship.” I looked up at the huge ship. Its bottom half was red, and the top half black. The upper deck windows were white, and the smoke stacks were a yellow color. I didn’t think it was possible for something so big to be unable to sink. But the thought left my mind as the captain gave us a signal to board the boat. Awave of nervousness rose over me, when I stepped aboard the “unsinkable ship”

I sat in my third class room staring up at the single light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. The stench of the third class corridor, was so foul you could smell it from a mile away. I moved from the old chair ignoring the horrid smell, and jumped on the bed. The tiny bed, squeaked under my tiny body. I felt a longing for my house back in Ireland. The house my mother and father had raised me in. I imagined my mother rocking me as a newborn baby. Oh how much I miss my mother, I thought. My mother had passed away a couple days after I was born, so I didn’t really know her. I only had faint memories of her bright red hair - hair just like me. But my father always said I reminded him of her. He said we had the same tall and skinny frame, and the same bright blue eyes. As thoughts concluded, I fell asleep to the soft gentle swaying of the RMS Titanic.

As I opened my eyes, I could see open blue water outside of my small window. I unzipped my suitcase, and took out the raisins I had brought from my house in Ireland. Once I finished snacking on those, I decided to roam around the corridors. I got up from my bed, but felt a little sea sick. I didn’t want to be known as “the kid who threw up” so I stayed in my room. The rest of the day consisted of me eating raisins in my room, and throwing up in the small waste basket. The only thing I thought would help was sleep. So I drifted into a much needed nap.

When I woke up, instead of the usual sound of the motor rumbling, I heard shouts of crying, and screaming. There were lots of footsteps outside my door, and lots of sounds of people getting pushed into the walls. I ran over to the door, and I saw the unthinkable. The corridor was halfway full of water, there were people running up and down the hallways, trying to find a way out. Most of them weren’t finding one. I decided to take action. I rushed to pack up my suitcase as the screams of people stung my ears.  By the time I had grabbed all my most loved belongings, people had left the corridor, so they could go to the upper deck. I went out to see where the exit of the corridor was, but as I shut the door and walked forward, something pulled me back.

Before I panicked to much, I looked around the flooding corridor, there was nothing but water, and empty rooms. I couldn’t figure out what was pulling me back. I was sweating bullets, and was out of breath from trying to fight the thing pulling me back. I looked next to the door, and saw that my dress was caught in the door. I went to open the door, but it must have locked or it was just stuck. The water level was getting higher, and higher by the second. With the adrenaline rushing to my brain, I ripped my most loved, and only dress out of the door. I ran as fast as I could, while I was moving my arms in the water to stay warm. I walked to one exit, and saw a gate blocking the door. I walked to the other side of the corridor, and that door was unlocked. I turned the handle, and it must have lead to a boiler room or something that was already flooded. I stood in my tracks, while water from the room rushed over me. I remembered my dad was in the boiler rooms. I can’t lose my dad, I thought, my mom died, and I can’t let him die too.

Not to mention, the water was up to my shoulders now, and I could feel the chilling water climbing up my neck. Instead of thinking about my Dad, I put him in the back of my mind, and I focused on my survival. The last exit in the corridor was unlocked, I went up the stairs. The next corridor was half as flooded as mine, but it was just as cold. The water must have been 27 degrees, and my whole lower body was numb! I ran up the first exit I found. I ran up the stairs, and it was my luckiest day. I was on the deck.

From the top of the deck, I saw something I could never forget. I saw hundreds of dead bodies floating in the water. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw the last lifeboat leave the RMS Titanic. I took my last bit of energy, and leaped over the side of the boat. As I jumped off the ship into the lifeboat a rush of water flew into my mouth. The cold salty water made me realize what had just happened was real. I landed straight into some tall man’s lap. I started to cry, because I remembered my Dad was still on the ship. I should have trusted that wave of nervousness, I thought. The man was being very thoughtful, asking “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mary can you hear me?” I was answering his questions, but I paused. “How did you know my name?” I questioned him, tears running down my cheeks.  “Mary, look at me,” the tall man announced calmly. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at the man.

“Dad?!” I screamed looking into his eyes. “Mary..,” he whispered, “I got out of the boiler room. I had to jump off the boat, and swim to one of the lifeboats. And the whole time I was thinking of you. Thinking if you were okay.” “Dad,” I answered, “I’m okay.” We watched the rest of the ship go under the water, and cried together. We sat their waiting holding each other's hand, and telling each other how much we loved the other. “You just never know how much you love someone until you almost lose them,” he said in his deep beautiful voice.


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