Helloooo. :) This is a story about the Titanic (of course).

I've been extremely slack with my other story, "Daisy on the Water". As in, so slack that I haven't even opened its document in several months... ^.^; I'm really sorry about that, to the few people that read that story... I'll try to continue that story once this one is done.

Anyways, the first few chapters will be pretty short. They'll get longer afterwards, however. I think this is the shortest one, and it's really just a kind of introduction.

So... Enjoy! :D

Chapter 1

RMS Carpathia

Monday, April 15th, 1912, 10:00am

711 frozen, terrified people wander around the decks of the RMS Carpathia, searching for loved ones and giving their names to officers. Others weave in and out of the shell-shocked people, handing them steaming cups and bowls, as well as blankets.

They are all survivours of a horrifying and deadly tragedy: the sinking of the RMS Titanic: the crown jewel of the White Star Line that had been deemed "unsinkable".

Of these survivours is a young British girl, around fourteen or fifteen years old. She stands at the rail of the ship, watching her slice through the water on her way to New York, the destination that the ill-fated Titanic never reached. The girl's dress, despite being crusted in salt and incredibly dishevelled, shows her to be first class. She is talking a young woman several years older than herself who appears to be either Irish or Scottish, and a member of third class. Two boys stand beside them, talking amongst themselves; one appears to be around the same age as the British girl, while the other is closer to the age of the Scottish or Irish woman.

The British girl has a stunned expression on her face, and the woman listens intently. Nearby, an old lady with a shawl wrapped around her head is talking to an officer, insisting that there must be a mistake, as her husband has yet to appear.

"He couldn't have drowned," she says, a near crazed tone in her voice. "He's a good swimmer! He would have made it!"

The Scottish or Irish woman shakes her head, knowing very well that most of the deaths were not from drowning; the water that had engulfed Titanic was well below 0°C, and anyone left floating in it would have died of hypothermia within a few minutes.

But what use was knowledge like that now? Two-third of Titanic's 2200 passengers and crew lay, dead, at the bottom of the ocean.

And there was nothing anybody could do about it.