July 17th, 1918. 10:45 pm. (North Atlantic Ocean – lifeboat 9) - Foreword
The darkness reflects no light upon the still waters of the northern Atlantic. The silence of the night is only broken by the quiet sloshing of the distant ship plunging into the ocean we lay in. our lifeboat barely floats due to the overcrowded mass of people crammed into the small wooden boat. Explosions in the background bring light to the darkness and brighten the moonless night to a degree never seen before. Like fireworks the sound echoes through the empty hearts of those who have lost loved ones. No one here is safe, as what seems to be a small pipe erupts, breaking the waters tension, visible only from the light cast by the ship’s hull as it implodes, and dives deeper into the ocean. I tremble, knowing what has occurred, and what is about to occur…
