I read a book called 'Voyage on the great Titanic' about Margaret Ann Brady. I have really been thinking about it a lot. Margaret writes about leaving the ship,
'All around us, heavy objects were crashing into the ocean... Even then, to my amazement, I could hear the brave sound of the violins being played aboard the ship. As the bow began to disappear completely, there was an enormous din of shattering glass and crashing metal from inside the ship. People were leaping into the water from all directions, while others scrambled toward the stern in a frantic, hopeless attempt to save themselves... I could hear distant screams as people were thrown off, or else struggled to hang on...Then, with an almost stately grace, it slipped beneath the surface of the ocean...
The Titanic was gone...
I about cried at that point. I saw some people once, watching the movie Titanic, they were laughing, right about then, I could of screamed. How could they! My younger brother, when I told him, called them
'monsters for laughing at death'
About
700 people were saved, while
1500 died. How brave the men were.
The Titanic was gone...
Emma Lou