In the late 1800’s, a child of the sea was conceived and borne in Belfast, Ireland. What a great big girl she was. The most beautiful thing ever seen in Ireland, some even said, the World. When she had reached maturity, she went on an ocean cruise. She would cross the Atlantic Ocean. Although she was Royalty she remained level-headed. But secretly she was giddy, overjoyed with the thought of her upcoming adventure.
The ship was glorious and the absolute lap of luxury. The engines roared and she could feel the power and then the speed of the magnificent ship.
Although she tried not to have airs. The passengers celebrated her as a debutante, or a princess in disguise.
She listened as male passengers bragged ,“Not even God
could sink this ship!” followed by braying laughter.
“What an odd thing to say.” she thought and then let it go.
The cruise was everything she hoped for and more.
Everything was going smooth, too smoothly. On the 4th night she was wakened with a jolt and a sharp, cutting pain in her side.
“What has happened.” She cried looking down at the gaping slash in her side. “I am wounded. Help!”
Her beautiful ship had struck an iceberg. As she rose, the ship shuddered and so did she. The pain was terrible… and she couldn’t move.
People screamed and ran in panic. It only took 2 hours and 40 minutes for the greatest ship in the world sunk to a watery grave.
The loss of life was estimated 1,517 people killed .
Fingers were pointed and trials held but how much was fact will never be known. But many stories of tragedy and heroism.
But the truth lay 2.4 miles down in the North Atlantic Ocean.
Silent, cold and lonely, the once beautiful Princess lay forgotten until 1985, when she was found. Although the Ship was still beautiful in her own way. The young maiden had become a tawdry queen, and buried deeply in the bottom of the ocean, never to rise again. The Titanic was truly lost.
The tragedy was met with disbelief and horror. Many was the fingers pointed this way and that. Some were found guilty posthumously some innocent. Too many questions with no answers.
To this day, she is shrouded in stories and legends. Was there justice? Probably not, too many filthy rich people to buy their way free.
Construction (the hull laid)
1909, in Belfast, Ireland.
Financier
J.P. Morgan
Chairman of White Star Line
J. Bruce Ismay
Designers,
Alexander Charlisle, Edward Wilding, Thomas Andrews
blessed be
Garnet