Howard couldn’t help but think of any stowaways that would never be accounted for. Some were unnamed, and even with their valuables collected and listed, would likely never find someone they belonged to. By the end of it, he counted seventy splashes, seventy more dead, confined to a watery tomb, whose families would never see them again. “Forgive us our trespasses …” splash, splash, splash. So many condemned to the bottom of the ocean, the legs lined with weights to ensure they sank good and proper. “On Earth as it is in Heaven …” splash, splash, splash. “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done …” splash, splash, splash. Reverend Hind, who had buried more men, women and children in the past few days then he’d said goodbye to in his entire life, was now reading the Lord’s prayer, followed by the splash, splash, splash. “If we can, we will pick up later this noon, but for now, we must accept that the ocean wants to keep its fill.” He hadn’t mentioned God, but Howard knew that sea-fearing and God-fearing were one and the same. “We cannot be risking live men for dead,” he’d told his crew sombrely. The Captain had rendered the mission unsafe. The days were becoming long the fog was now so dense and thick that they’d had to stop before midday to collect the remaining bodies. “Referring telegram yesterday ‘Titanic’ deeply grieved say that during night we received word steamer foundered about 675 souls mostly women and children saved”. It’s the most dreadful sound and there is a terrible silence that follows it.”įurther to our communication of yesterday we were extremely sorry to have to send you the following wire this morning:. “The sounds of people drowning are something that I can not describe to you, and neither can anyone else.
The Light In The Darkness: A Titanic Novel (Book One)
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