OK so this is written in Fredrick Fleets POV (Point of view) so it may not be the most acurate thing inthe world. And it's NOT a Titanic Fanfic, if it was then it wouldn't be here. It's just another stupid English project.

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A mass panic spread around the entire ship as one thought raged through my head, ‘We’re all going to die.’ I didn’t have a will and it was highly unlikely that I could make one that would survive the rough currents of the waves or the merciless sea, that was more unforgiving then the depths of Satan’s layer itself.

I looked down from the Crow’s nest at the sight of the pandemic that was fighting through the passengers. All pushing for a chance to save their meaningless lives. All I care about right now is getting off of here alive, although that chance seems slimmer and slimmer by the minute as the ship sinks lover and lower into the abyss of the water. What will greet me in the end? Land like a coward or just be another one of the many whom will be forgotten and dragged to the bottom of the sea?

Another shipmate is calling me to get help launch the lifeboats from the dock. I obliged obviously seeing, as it is my job to help those who seem so incapable to help themselves. Pitiful is what I think of them. Cowards would be another word that I would associate them with, well most of them at least. Some of the men are actually being useful. Amazing, now I see that some of the lifeboats are lowering already, slowly the water is rising to meet their eager request of survival. I climbed down to the mass of panic stricken people pushing past to help with their only means of survival.

My wife, my beautiful wife I long for her warm embrace as I continue my march to the boat dock. I miss how she would look at me like no other woman has ever looked before, (Pam’s note: I’m not a lesbian. But what would YOU be thinking about as you do something as stupid as he’s doing eh?) making me feel like I am worth something and not just another low wage lookout. Here I am, finally finished with the unwanted pushing of frantic men and women looking for a way to escape.

Number 6, Lifeboat number 6 is the one I am lowering. Will I be one of the few hundred to enter those marvelous life savors? Ah, enough of this I must concentrate on the task at hand, saving a bunch of ungrateful First Class men and women, and let’s not forget their ungrateful children. One of those brats actually kicked me in the shins! Now that was not good for my last words.

Interesting, very interesting, I am being lowered as well into the very boat I helped. The words from one of my superiors still ring through my ears; “You are sailor enough to get out there - then go down” I hope that among all of the crewmen that he is saved. The world needs more of those types, kind, considerate and most importantly good willed towards his fellow man… including me.

The Gods must be mocking me as I was settled in with some of the most stuck-up pompous people in the world, all First Class mind you. This is truly torture as I listen to their whines and complaints to everything from it’s too cold to their hat fell into the water and how much it would cost to replace it. Did I mention that they were hopelessly petty despite their large sums of shillings that seem to flow into their pockets like leaves in the wind.