by Brandy

Who knew that what started, as just a piece of metal would end up a legend?

Who knew that so many lives would be forever changed?

Who knew the wonders that existed inside?

Who knew?

She did, somehow she did.

As she walked up the long gangplank on that cool April day she felt it, a feeling of dread but also feelings of joy.

Inside the ship was breathtaking, how could something be wrong?

A figure on the stairs, a cloudy white figure, could it be?

A ghost.

No, she shook her head, that’s impossible or is it?

Days went by, as did the feeling of dread until.

April 14, something was wrong, feelings of disaster were strong.

Again, the ghost appeared a worried look on his face.

She felt it then a shudder, what could cause a ship to shudder?

It could only be ICE.

People were running, screaming, with nowhere to go.

The end was near; there was no escape; the boats were gone.

She panicked, where could she could go?

The ghost appeared, he took her hand, "this way", he said.

The water was so cold, freezing perhaps, the ghost held her tight.

Reality was fading; all that mattered was this being that held her so tight.

Something hard beneath her,; wood with oak carvings, part of the staircase, how did it end up here?

Reality hit her. The ship was sinking, and the ghost brought her here, how?

Darkness was all around, screams filled the air, then all was silent.

So cold- would salvation ever come?

A light in the distance, the ghost smiled down at her and was gone.

Rescue was near but to late for the hundreds around her, why was she spared?

Questions filled her mind, why? And who was the ghost? As she thought of him his image appeared.

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