Published on October 21, 2014
So among any day with the life of Percy Bailey, this wasn’t normal for me. I’m about 18 years old and was with my family on my way to the Americas among the Titanic. It was headed for a popular ‘state’ called New York, I boarded the Titanic and was told that there were about three classes in total, and I wanted the best I could afford. Third Class looked sloppish for the unsinkable ship, and first class was for the rich. It was $4,350 for the Parlor Suite, and the other $1,724 for the Berth ticket. SecondClass was more of what was in my budget. I wanted to enjoy myself on the unsinkable ship, while not knowing my wallet has been emptied by getting on the ship, money flying out of my pocket to fund a first class. My family payed for themselves, each using their own money. Now, onto the real subject. I was enjoying my time on the Titanic. I gobbled down my breakfast and headed down to the library before my family had awoken. I wanted peace and quiet while I would study, read and see what books the Titanic had in store for secondclass. The library was humongous, filled with people playing cards and reading as well. This did seem as our class lounge. Everyone was quiet, not a peep out of an individual person. You could hear quiet, soft footsteps among the carpet floor and books flipping, not forgetting the shuffling of cards. It was still in the early morning and the others had thought the same as I, to get to the lounge early. I was still a bit tired and forgot my watch in my room, losing track of time. I didn’t worry about it and cracked open a book. I was falling deeper into the story every second that had past. Concentrating I had not realized the noisy BOOM launch from the upper deck. I heard people panic and the once quiet library was no more. Footsteps and screaming, followed by uncountable breaths of panicking people filled the library. The once dead silent library was no more and I put the book away where I thought I put it and asked a random passenger, among the same state as others; worried for their lives. They told me that the Titanic wasn’t unsinkable: In fact, it was sinking as we talked. I hurried up and went to my room. Half my family were packing what they could and the rest were already out the door. I gave lifejackets to all and slipped one on myself. The Titanic was going down, and I hadn’t much time left. Unsinkable, what a lie. People were dashing at tremendous speed and I was reminded that only half of us passengers could make it onto the lifeboats. We were following to the top deck and I blacked out afterwards. It was horror for me, like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. I remember hearing muffled and faint steps, water gushing and engulfing the remaining stranded passengers. At last, the Titanic was completely sideways and momentarily broke into pieces, in seconds consumed by the icecold water. There were even more screams than before, but more depressing than before as they faded out. It was over, I was one of the survivors and witnessed the ‘unsinkable’ sink, the ones who didn’t expect to pass die in front of my eyes. I couldn’t ever forget the situation, and pray for it to not to occur again.