No previous ship has captured the world's attention quite like me... Titanic. Assembled to be the ship that has strong personality, courage and will not sink, I, the first class liner, set sail on Wednesday, April 10, 1912. I left the dock, with black smoke escaping from my glistening body. funnels. I was ready for my maiden voyage! The world has been waiting for months for the cruise of this sumptuous liner. The White Star Line had taken great care to display my extraordinary workmanship and the world waited impatiently for me to make my first voyage. First off, I go, the big, bold, beautiful, unforgettable, unique and unsinkable ship, has set sail, my very first maiden voyage. It's hard not to get carried away by the euphoria of departure. As the passengers settle in, I become invigorated. I could barely hide my excitement. There is no going back now; I left my hometown of South Hampton, which I thought this day would never come, and headed to my new destination...New York. Also, sailing through the eternal ocean (the frigid, icy, stinging ocean), I encounter hours of darkness, the bright blue sky of dawn above being attacked by a crowd of murky grays in spreading their missiles all over the clouds with their exhaust fumes that looked like armed forces rushing above us to overtake the sunny day, I feel alarmed and panic hit me. for me and the darkness are not closed friends, equally filled with ecstasy as the 1st part of my journey draws to a close. New York here I come. Besides, a few more days and I'm there. Dancing enthusiastically, the aquatic also joins in. Waving their arms and hugging me with their soft touch, I feel comfort, comfort...... middle of paper ......uction. The deck was swept back on itself, as the water rushing below brutally tore through the bulkheads and decks. My tail section, falling at high speed, hit the seabed and crashed into the mud, causing some of the decks to collapse on top of each other like a pile of playing cards. Heavy objects break the hill like boilers landed near the stern which had followed a more or less straight path to the seabed, the forward section, although planning hit the seabed at an angle causing a twisting the bow into position. In conclusion, that was it, my very first trip which was supposed to be a luxurious trip turned out to be something else entirely. I sank to my watery grave and took my last breath of air...