SHIP OF DREAMS
Chapter Twelve

Murdoch glanced at his watch after he had lowered C. Two o’clock. I should have just been ending my watch. Anne and I should have been taking a walk around the ship. Or talking. Or just enjoying each other’s company. I guess that won’t happen ever again, though. He ran to the top of the officers’ quarters to push Collapsible A off the roof. Dear God...please get Anne to New York safely. Please guide her through life. Help her to forget me. Please let Mother, Father, Anne, and Peg know that I love them dearly. He and a few other men began pushing the lifeboat down a ramp made of oars. Their plan worked less than successfully; the weight of the boat crushed the oars. Men suddenly rushed at the boat, and Murdoch remembered the Webleys the officers had been given earlier during the sinking in the chief officer’s office. He brandished the weapon to keep the desperate passengers at bay.

*****

Suddenly, the ship took a dive into the frigid water. The lights flickered out forever. The guy wires snapped like whips, and the forward funnel snapped and fell into the sea amidst a cloud of sparks and soot. The passengers in the lifeboats watched in horror as it crushed dozens of swimmers in the water. The stern was suddenly fully out of the water. However, the stress seemed too great for the ship to support, and as if in slow motion, the ship snapped in two between the third and fourth funnels.

"Oh!" Megan exclaimed. There were no words to describe what she was seeing. She watched as the stern slowly but powerfully fell into the water again with a loud splash and a huge wave.

Anne watched the stern begin to rise again. What is happening? She suddenly realized that the bow of the ship was still attached to the stern along the bottom of the keel. As gravity pulled the bow to the bottom of the ocean, the stern section rose upright again at a ninety degree angle.

The stern seemed to bob in the water for an eternity, but it must have been no more than a minute. Suddenly, it slowly began to sink down below the water level. People were riding the stern to the ocean. And then it was gone. Everyone was in the water. And the air was filled with the mournful cries of the doomed.

"Please! Please, help us!" Anne distinctly heard a woman’s voice. "I know you can hear us!"

"We must return for them." Megan looked pleadingly to the crewman.

"We can’t. They’ll swamp us. Haven’t I already told you?" The crewman angrily glared at Megan.

"They’re dying. Moody...Lowe...Lightoller...Wilde...Murdoch. All of them. They’re dying. Our friends and family. They’re freezing in the cold water, all because we’re too selfish to return for them," Anne softly whispered. Fresh tears welled in her eyes at the thought of Murdoch’s death. And then, another thought. She glared at the crewman. "There was no suction whirlpool! The ship did not pull a single person down! They just walked off it! We could have saved people!" She rose from her seat, ready to strangle the crewman, but Megan pulled her back down.

"Calm down, Anne. Everything will be fine," Megan whispered.

*****

The water swept over Murdoch’s head. The first thought, the only thought, was how cold the water was. This is the end. He tried to free himself...he was caught on something, but couldn’t see what it was in the darkness. The ship pulled him farther down. I killed them. All of them. It’s my fault. And Anne...oh, God, I hope she gets to New York safely. Suddenly, he felt someone at his side. Someone tried to free him. A moment later, Murdoch found himself among the hundreds of others in the water. He looked around. Is this the last I’ll see of this world? My doing...my fault. All mine.

*****

Anne reached deep into her pocket. She pulled out the ring and unclasped her locket from her neck. Since the ring was too large for her fingers, she strung it on the chain with the locket, and put the necklace around her neck again. She wrapped the shawl around her.

"It’s so cold," someone said.

"Imagine how cold the water is," Megan replied. She looked back to the frothy water, white with the thrashings of the people freezing in it.

Our Father, who art in Heaven. Anne looked around the boat. The passengers were either softly crying or staring straight ahead in shock. Hallowed be Thy name. She prayed that Murdoch was alive. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. She grabbed Megan’s hand and squeezed it tightly. On earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread. Megan prayed for those in the water. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. She prayed for those in the boat. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. She wondered why Ismay had gotten into the boat, when Andrews had perished. She had seen the latter in the smoking room. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and glory forever. Amen.

*****

"S-so, is Anne in a l-lifeboat?" Moody asked. He shivered less than before.

"Y-yes." Murdoch stiffly nodded. "I p-put her in C...with Ismay."

"I-Ismay!" Wilde exclaimed. "Son of a...well, I h-hope he’s nice and w-warm." He blew on his silver whistle. He knew it would carry out for miles over the ocean, and he wanted the boats to return for the survivors.

"The temp-temperature is two b-below...Celsius," Murdoch replied.

*****

"It’s getting quiet," Anne whispered. Her arms were sore and her fingers were numb from rowing earlier, despite her gloves. Now, they were simply drifting, waiting. She flipped Murdoch’s pocket watch open and shined one of the flashlights on it. "It’s 2:50. Will would have been off duty for almost an hour, now."

"He’ll be fine, Anne. Don’t worry," Megan reassured her friend.

"Megan, you barely escaped. I’m certain most of your coworkers have perished. So many already have...it was Will’s duty to go down with the ship, and I can’t see him having it any other way. He’s too...too honorable. Unlike some." At this, Anne glanced quickly at Ismay, who stared dumbly in the direction of the site of the sinking. "I’ll never see him again."

"Of course you will," Megan softly said. "There’s always heaven, if nothing else." She pulled her friend close to her.

"Thank you." Anne embraced her friend tightly and squeezed her eyes to keep the tears at bay. But it all seemed too much. Just a few weeks ago, she had been at Barclay, with no hope of anything better. And then came the letter. And the ticket. And then the most wonderful days of her life, accompanied by the most wonderful man of her life. But all of that was gone, now. It was all just a memory that Anne would cherish for the rest of her life. She was off to New York.

"What’s the matter?" Megan asked with a concerned expression. She could have sworn that Anne had just groaned, or made some sort of noise.

"I just realized that I still have to go to Pennsylvania and work for the Lewises. To be quite honest, I never wanted to go in the first place, and now I really don’t want to go. The only reason I agreed was because I needed to get away from Barclay. And I wanted to be close to my old home, even though it’s owned by another family now. Well, I suppose things can’t happen the way we want them to." Anne sighed remorsefully.

"Well, look on the bright side." A small smile formed on Megan’s lips. "We might never be found, and then you won’t have to go to the Lewises!"

Anne smiled and shook her head in amusement. As morbid as the thought was, it did slightly cheer her. But then the reality of it all seemed to finally sink in. The Titanic sank. Will is dead. Moody...he’s gone, too. Rose? Jack? I hope they’re both safe. I wonder what happened to Ruth and Cal. I could care less...no, I shouldn’t say that. I would never wish death upon either of them. At least, I don’t think so. Will’s gone. Gone. She reached up to her throat and dug her locket from under her layers of clothing. She absentmindedly fingered the charm and the ring hanging beside it. It was all she had. His ring, his pocket watch. The shawl he’d given her. I don’t even have a picture of him.

*****

Time seemed to have stopped, and the lifeboat drifted aimlessly in the water. Once or twice, someone claimed to have seen the lights of a ship, but the others soon realized that it was someone in another lifeboat, trying to signal to the others. The sky was clear and ebony black and the stars were bright and numerous. The water was inky black and seemed foreboding and menacing. It was as though the sea threatened to swallow the lifeboats without a trace, and some felt as though it would truly happen. They would never be found; they would all die in the middle of the ocean.

Chapter Thirteen
Stories