Arriving with the first rays of the sun was the Cunard Liner, Carpathia. From our feeble lifeboat, we watched as the liner cruised vainly around the wreckage trying to find any survivors. When she came to a halt, we joined several of the other lifeboats and began to row towards her. I searched the faces in the other boats, looking for the slim build, the black eyes, or the black hair of my sister Mica. She was not there. I looked towards our rescue ship. Already there were several small lifeboats gathered around her. Maybe Mica was there. Maybe.

We received a grand welcome on the Carpathia. We were given blankets and drinks, and kind, helpful passengers gave up their beds for us. We were all fed, even Cocoa, Jenny and her kittens. Many of the survivors had gotten hypothermia and frostbite from being soaked in the glacial water, but most were successfully treated by the Carpathia's crew. For the first day, I wandered around the deck, trying to catch sight of a familiar face. There was a man I had once seen in the dining room, and there was the woman who had tried to clean Cocoa. But where was Mica?

On the second day the captain of the Carpathia told us to come up to the deck, where he would read out the names of all of the survivors who were on his ship. We all assembled on the deck with high hopes. The captain stood in the front and began to address us, beginning with the number of people that had survived. Only 705. Only 705! I thought to myself. I knew that there had been at least 2,200 people onboard when we set off. The image of our boat being lowered down less than half full with many of the people on the deck laughing at us came to my mind. I shuddered.

The captain had begun reading out from his list of names. Allgate, Ron . Brown, Molly . Cook, James. I clenched my fists. Come on! My mind kept screaming. Get into the G's! Say Grey, Mica! The list continued. Dartheard, Will . Emile, Smith . Fortguard, Jane. He was in the G's now. I held my breath. Gartum, Mary . Gerald, John. My heart was beating so fast that I thought that it would explode. Grath, April . Gray, Mica.

I could have yelled! I could have screamed! Mica is alive! Then I spotted her standing there, just a little ways from the back. She spotted me. I ran to her, and we embraced. My sister was okay! I was okay! My animals were okay! But hardly anyone else was. Many of the people that walked off the deck were crying in sorrow. There were so many broken hearts, so many spirits dashed. So many had died. George had died. The steward had died. Even the captain had died. The Titanic had died. But I was all right, and as I turned to face New York, I wondered, as I had done many times before in the last couple of days, what purpose in life did I have that was so special that I was saved, saved from the fate of the Great Titanic.