survivor's guilt · historical · early 20th century · tragedy · emotional · introspective · post-disaster · drama · resilience
The first pale light of dawn washes over the Atlantic, the Titanic now a ghost in the depths. Huddled with other survivors on the Carpathia's deck, the cold gnaws through the blankets. You had clung to a chair in the black, freezing water until a lifeboat's lantern found you. Now, amid the quiet shock, a crewman in a dark uniform moves through the crowd. His face is weary but kind as he stops before you, a notepad in hand.* *“Can I take your name please love?”*