No previous ship has captured the world's attention quite like me... the Titanic. Assembled to be the ship that has a strong personality, is courageous and will not sink, I, the initial class ocean liner, set sail on Wednesday, April 10, 1912. I lifted off the dock, black smoke billowing from my gleaming funnels. I was ready for my maiden voyage! For months the world has been waiting for the cruise of this sumptuous ocean liner. The White Star Line took great care to display my extraordinary craftsmanship and the world eagerly waited for me to take my first voyage. First, off I go, the big, bold, beautiful, unforgettable, unique, unsinkable ship has set sail, my first maiden voyage. It was difficult not to get caught up in the euphoria of leaving. While the passengers make themselves comfortable, I feel invigorated. I couldn't hide my excitement. There is no turning back now; I left my hometown of South Hampton, where I thought this day would never come, to head to my new destination…New York. Furthermore, sailing across the eternal ocean (the glacial, icy, biting ocean), I come across hours of darkness, the crisp blue dawn sky above was being attacked by a crowd of dark gray scattering its missiles across all the clouds with their exhausts that seemed like an armed force rushing up to overtake the sunny day, I feel alarmed and panicky as the darkness and I are not friends however intimates, I am also filled with ecstasy as the first part of my journey is nearing its end. New York I'm coming. Besides, a few more days and I'm there. Dancing with enthusiasm, the aquatics also join in. Waving their arms and embracing me with their supple touch I feel comfort, comfort... middle of paper... abstraction. The deck was swept back and forth as the water flowing beneath brutally tore at bulkheads and decks. My stern section, falling at full speed, hit the seabed and crashed into the mud, causing several decks to collapse on top of each other, like a pack of playing cards. Heavy objects form a fracture in the hill such as boilers landed near the stern which took a more or less straight path towards the seabed, the bow section, although planning to move away, hit the seabed obliquely causing the bow to adopt an twist in its position. Bottom line, that was my first ever trip, which was supposed to be a luxurious trip turned out to be something completely different. I sank into my watery grave and took my last breath of air...