I didn't know where to start looking for him, so I went to the bridge. My grandfather looked like the classic picture book Captain: he had a white, bushy beard, a strong statue and always a smile on his lips. His skin was sun-tanned and his ice-blue eyes shone with joy of adventure. Finally, I found him on the bow, near the control room. He was talking to a man I identified as a shipbuilder Thomas Andrews. They seemed to be saying goodbye. Grandfather's gaze waved in my direction and got caught on top of me. A smile took bursting on his face. I accelerated my step. When I got to him, I fell on his neck. I hadn't seen Grandpa for 2 weeks, as he was a captain on the seaside a lot and little home, and yet he smelled so familiarly of salty sea air, biscuits and a warm fireplace. I missed him so much. "I was just about to go look for you", he remarked, "I hope you like the ship?" "Yes, it's so big and noble." I didn't want to tell him I almost flipped over. He shouldn't worry. I hooked up at my grandpa's, and together we strolled across the deck. I told him about my studies and we talked a lot about the Titanic. Eventually he had to go back to duty and I went to my apartment to unpack my things. I ate dinner with my grandfather and finally fell into bed tired.
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Titanic - Never give up
Historical Fiction~Promise me, no matter what happens, that you will never give up hope and fight to the end Edda never thought that this trip would change her life forever, but somehow, a catastrophe was pre-programmed, so to speak. What should you do if you are the...
