
“Practically Unsinkable.” Silas had read it in one of the papers recently.
As he stared up at the port side of the behemoth ship, a cold, salty breeze touched his cheeks and brought the smell of sea brine to his nose. The early morning sun glinted off the ship's many portholes, which looked so small by comparison. Titanic was the newest, largest and grandest ship in the entire world. The White Star Line’s and the British Empire’s newest darling. Silas had joined her crew five days ago after she first arrived in Southampton early in the morning of Thursday, April 4th. She had come in directly from her makers, Harland and Wolf in Belfast, Ireland. There had been so much pressure to get her ready in time for sailing day, Wednesday April 10th––today.
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