April 14, 1912, the day I survived the crash of the Titanic. Perhaps it could've been the last day of my life, my chances of living were over 2,000 souls and only 20 lifeboats. It all began as I found myself in the Cigar Room, I noticed people running in panic and the screams of fear. Although, I eased myself down, thinking what was going on. “Get on deck now and get a life belt, or you’ll all drown with the ship!” an officer shouted. It was from this point on that I knew my life was going to change.
I followed the man’s orders, therefore headed towards the ship’s upper deck as fast as I could, “Rick!” Jack yelled. He was a good friend of mine, and was with me in the Cigar Room that day. Since I saw him panicking, I figured he got the message too. “We must hurry quick as the last lifeboat is about to leave” I could hear the creaking wood of the ship, including the cold pressure pulling me back as the ship tilts higher and higher. As I witness passengers fall beneath the North Atlantic Ocean, I was in fear thinking I was not going to make it. I held on tight to a fence, fighting my way up not allowing myself to collapse. …show more content…
Men were fighting for seats, women and children crying in desperation to live. An officer pointed to me and Jack, “Aboard the lifeboat, quick!” a man yelled. It was my brother, Hank Axton. We hopped on and lift other women and children on the lifeboat as well. Hank cuts the ropes that were attached to the boat before it was too late to sink along with the ship, “Goodbye, brother.” All I could do, was just look up from him knowing that’ll be the last time I see