Around you, passengers murmured in awe as they admired the luxury—the grand staircase, the lush carpets, the promise of an unforgettable journey. Some held onto their hats against the sea breeze, while others gazed out with dreams of a new beginning. In the distance, Southampton’s shoreline was starting to fade, marking the final moments of land before you set off across the Atlantic.

You glanced at the faces nearby, feeling a strange kinship with these strangers, all sharing the same thrill, the same nervous anticipation. The crew called out commands, their voices clear and steady, and with a loud, low hum, the Titanic began to pull away from the docks. You joined with your best friend; Jack Dawson.

“Here we go..” You whispered, hardly believing it myself. You were embarking on the journey of a lifetime, aboard the ship they said was unsinkable.