Titanic Panic

The Titanic was truly a god among ships, the ultimate vessel ever crafted by the hands of man at it's time. If I were aboard this ship, the unsinkable titan of the ocean, I would never have had the premonition of such an exhilarating experience to be the deliverer of my terminus. I would probably have been a wealthy, upper class citizen caught in the web of sophistication and conceited entertainment that life has to offer for those few lucky people. But, on the date of April 15, 1912, there was not a soul above or below deck concerned with drinking champagne or indulging themselves in the glory of a thick wallet. They were all human at that time, helpless and hopeless as they frantically raced to ensure their own safety, trapped within their own pandemonium because an authority had refused to inform them of their danger. The captain of the ship had known of the icebergs yet ignored them and continued his pace. Eventually, everybody found themselves competing to secure a position in a lifeboat, even the ship officers whose duty was to maintain order. But I do not blame them. In such a situation, all sense of consciousness is lost to the primitive instinct to survive. There was only the will to escape and to distance themselves from that immense distress as much as possible. I could not convict the survivors of this tragedy for living, for if I had been in their position I would likely have acted as they did, as anyone would have, I believe.