At the zenith of British Imperialism, the sun never set on the empire that ruled over 300 million people across the globe. But one fateful day, before the RMS Titanic Struck the Iceberg leading to its tragic demise, the British Isles and its few col...
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RMS Titanic, North Atlantic Ocean, 41.46°N 50.14°W [ Approximate Latitude & Longitude ]
1912 [ Gregorian Calendar ] , April 13, 7:30 P.M
Few days after departing Queenstown
- Captain Edward John Smith -
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As the sun gradually descended behind the vast expanse of the North Atlantic Sea, a boundless horizon stretched before them, devoid of any visible land. Amidst this maritime expanse, a majestic British passenger liner—the pride of the White Star Line and the largest of its kind at the time—sailed gallantly. The renowned ship, RMS Titanic plowed through the endless waters, a testament to human engineering and ambition.
On the ship's deck, where a myriad of couples and children had gathered, a tranquil anticipation hung in the air. They bore witness to the spectacle of the sun's descent, its golden hues casting a warm embrace upon the endless blue. Nature's grandeur was on full display, captivating all who beheld it.
Inside the ship's navigation bridge, a team of seasoned crew members bustled about. Among them stood Chief Officer Henry Tingle Wilde, a figure of authority and experience. At his side, a venerable man exuded an air of wisdom, his beard impeccably white and finely groomed. It was Captain Edward J. Smith, a veteran of the seas whose reputation echoed through maritime lore.
As the ship gracefully sliced through the boundless ocean, Captain Smith's gaze fixated on the vast expanse of water, his eyes reflecting a mixture of seriousness and contemplation. His weathered voice, a testament to years spent at sea, broke the tranquil atmosphere.
"Mr. Wilde, if I recall correctly, your family awaits your arrival in New York, does it not?" Captain Smith inquired, his voice carrying a hint of familiarity.
"Indeed, Captain," replied Chief Officer Wilde, a warm smile gracing his lips. His eyes glinted with a mixture of duty and affection.
"My dear wife and my adorable little children are eagerly counting down the days until we reunite."
With deliberate tenderness, Chief Officer Wilde retrieved two cherished photographs from his pocket, handling them as if they were rare and delicate artifacts. His eyes lit up as he presented them to Captain Smith, who accepted the images with a solemn nod, his own gaze softening as he took in the visual representation of Wilde's family.
