S.O.S. Titanic Page #6

Martin!

Don't look.

Don't look.

No more?

Mind that oar there.

Sorry.

Come on.

Grab the rope.

- She's gone.

God Almighty.

We got to go back.

We got to go back and help!

The hell we will. They'd only

tip us over. They'd pull us down.

Give me the tiller.

You take over an oar for a change.

Look, I'm in charge here.

Sit down and row. Sit down, damn you!

- You're talking to a lady.

- I know who she is.

Coward.

- We're here.

- We've arrived, sir.

Call out all hands.

All boats readied and swung out.

Open all gangway doors.

A pilot ladder at each gangway

and a chair sling for the wounded.

Canvas bags for children.

Aye aye, sir.

Shall I go first?

Come on, now.

- Hold on!

Just a few more steps.

Come on, now.

Good girl.

What ship is this?

- The Carpathia.

- Carpathia?

And the Titanic?

Gone.

- What time is it?

- 2O minutes past two.

- Three hours after the collision.

- Slightly less than three.

- With how many still aboard?

- Hundreds.

All the boats together

wouldn't have held half of those aboard.

Chances are

more than a thousand went down.

Another boat on the starboard bow, sir.

And another beyond that.

Ease away the winch.

The steward will direct you

to the dining saloon

where there's food, drink and medicine.

Give your name to this man.

Mr lsmay of the White Star Line.

I'm lsmay.

And the Titanic was my ship.

Mr lsma V? Sir?

I'm Dr McGee, ship's surgeon.

Won't you come inside now

where it's warm?

We can try to make you comfortable.

Comfortable?

What's the good of standing

out here in the cold this way, sir?

Look.

Look.

There's something in the water,

just there.

- I don't see anything, sir.

- Look, it's there.

- Use your eyes, why don't you?

- It's only flotsam, sir.

What I notice more than anything else

is the silence.

I suppose I expected sobbing

or screaming or... I don't know.

Everyone's so quiet.

Perhaps

it hasn't hit them yet.

I know it hasn't hit me.

Perhaps they're still

hearing that sound.

I know

I'll never stop hearing it.

And I keep looking for certain faces.

- The sad librarian.

- I know.

I did so hope little Alfie

might have come through. The lift boy.

It was his first voyage.

He loved the sea.

Shall we ever be able to look

at the world the same way?

I'll never see it as safe and snug,

if that's what you mean.

None of us will.

They never did, of course.

For them it's always been

perilous and unjust.

Rumour has it that Mr lsmay's in shock

and he said,

"I have no right to be alive.

Women and children are dead."

You can't feel guilty to be alive.

You didn't plough that ship full speed

through an ice field you knew was there.

Good afternoon, ladies.

I'm Mrs Ogden.

I'm just one of the passengers

trying to do my bit.

I've got hot coffee here and sandwiches.

Oh, now, come on. You've got to have

some nourishment after all.

- You set them an example.

- Please don't.

Just give it to somebody else.

Every one of these ladies

has just lost her husband.

I know that, son.

I know how I'd feel in their place.

And believe me,

my heart goes out to all of you.

But you have to go on living.

You have to keep saying to yourself

it was God's will.

Come on.

Coffee, eh?

No coffee.

No God either.

God went down with the Titanic.

All that strength and power and grace...

A few chairs.

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