(Beginning. This is a bit so you can see ahead on what I shall write, more sooner or later.)
(Most this information I have gathered is true, but not all characters are real. I don’t know what they acted like- or if they really behaved as so. No copyright intended. Please don’t steal.)
April 15th, 1912
“All off the ship now!” Screams everywhere. I couldn’t find James though, I cried nervously while flitting around in search of My Mistress Helen. But really I was searching for James. I found Helen in a boat about to dock off,
“Come JezeBelle! Now! We mustn’t delay!” She said frantic. “No miss.” I said for once in my life disregarding her commands. She looked cross, “How dare you-” But she had been cut off.
A man had cut the rope that had been securing the life-boat. And down she went to the ocean. I made sure she was safely floating away, before I ran to look for my James.
That’s the last I ever saw of my Mistress. I found him yelling at My Mistress’s Father, “Sir’s we must go now, we have yet 2 life-boats to go. And there filling by the moments.” I said scared.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him- Oh JezeBelle! Come my love, this man shant sentence me and my wife to our deaths!” That was the last I saw of Captain Smith as well.
I later heard Captain died, he had gone down faithfully with the ship. And my mistress became married to Sir Phillip Tucker. Of all people? She had a son and two daughters. Beautiful they are, I’d heard.