University of Nandamuri - Titanic

Story opening

1912

April

[1]

The best and largest luxury ship..... Titanic

In the ancient history of the world, there was once a family that ruled the entire world.

That family was "incomparably greater than any other family, both physically and intellectually." That is why that family was able to dominate the entire world. This is the story of the Khoma chronicles. The family that existed in this way was called the "Titans" in Khoma terminology.

Now, the ship that surpassed all other luxury liners in every way was named the Titanic. Of the many floors on the Titanic, the best and most luxurious first class was deck A.

First class bedrooms on floor “A”.

The passenger in first-class cabin number 33 was unable to sleep on the bunk and was tossing and turning.

The sweat on the face revealed the restless traveler's inner state.

The passenger was not tall. To be precise, he was only about five feet two inches tall.

His thin hair was also gray. His face was unremarkable, except for a pair of thick, dark eyebrows. Most would estimate the traveler to be about 50 years old, but in reality he was only 34 years old.

To be precise, it's just 34 years and 10 days.

The wrinkles under his eyes were deep, his skin was as pale as plaster, and his hair was thin and white.

So everyone who saw the traveler would guess that he was fifty years old.

The passenger lay on his back on the bunk, arms folded across his chest.

The two arms, which are placed together, are moved by bending and stretching the rope on the chest.

The moving fingers testify to a restless inner mind.

The experience of the past five months of heartbreak had left the traveler feeling depressed.

When a traveler wakes up from sleep, his mind wanders through a vast expanse, with no beginning, no end, and no time. This often happens, but the traveler must control his mind and...

Where are you? What time is it? You are constantly reminded that your mind is gradually becoming confused and may even go crazy. The traveler knows that he is in a state of confusion.

The worst feeling. The passenger stared intently at the ceiling fan above the bed. The fan was still. He examined his face with his hand. His beard, which had not been shaved for about 15 days, was covered in stubble. The passenger did not want to look at the clothes he was wearing.

The traveler already knew that it would be dirty and wrinkled with sweat and noise.

After arriving as a passenger in the first class cabin of the Titanic, you must shower and change your clothes.

However, the passenger, without taking a shower or changing his clothes, entered room number 33, climbed onto the bunk, and slept.

He slept soundly. He had been fast asleep for almost three days. He had been awake for very little during those three days. He had not eaten, not only had he not eaten, but he had not even drunk water. When he woke up this morning, it was Sunday. It was already late in the evening. The passenger was calculating the time when the ship would dock in New York.

Sunday,

Monday

Tuesday...

Wednesday

The ship will be able to arrive in New York on Wednesday morning. If you count from Sunday evening...

"It will take at least 50 more hours of sailing to reach New York. 'It's safe for me now.'"

The traveler braced himself, but still he stubbornly refused to accept the fact that the inside was safe.

"The thing you spent so much of your life to acquire is now in a safe place, isn't it?"

The passenger encouraged himself. "Safe, very safe."

The traveler, making this mental note, checked his inner pocket again.

The 100th time I tried. The key was still in my inner pocket. I was reassured by the passenger. So I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The traveler did not know how long he had been asleep. All he knew was that something had shaken him awake.

Something that shakes you up is not a loud noise...

It wasn't a violent movement. It was as if the bunk I was sleeping in was gently shaking. It was as if something had collided with another bunk from a distance, directly below the bow of the ship, where cabin number 33 was in first class.

The passenger suddenly sat up on the bunk and swung both sides to the floor.

After a while, I felt the entire ship, which was vibrating with the engine speed, become quiet.

An experience never before experienced on a ship for passengers.

After experiencing this, a ray of 'knowledge' appeared at the end of the traveler's "reluctant mind."

All the engines on the ship have stopped,

The passenger continued to sit on the bunk, listening to the commotion.

What I heard were not the sounds of machinery, but the whispers of the crew members moving around the crossings, joking with each other, and the voices of the passengers in the adjoining rooms.

A feeling of unhappiness, cold as ice and as disgusting as the long snout of a cockroach, enveloped the passenger's entire body.

An ordinary passenger would ignore such inconveniences and just go back to sleep. However, the first-class cabin, number 33,

For the passenger, such inconvenience cannot be ignored.

The traveler's mind is in a state of confusion, and all it takes is one hand to drive him crazy.

Therefore, the traveler's five senses are at their peak, magnifying everything he sees, hears, and encounters. As a result, the traveler is unable to go back to sleep due to the disturbance that arises.

For the traveler who had not only eaten or drank any food, but had not even drunk water for three days, the disturbance that had arisen was like a fire that was burning, and it was a state of mind that only needed a hand to drive him to madness.

The passenger opened the closed door of the compartment and walked slowly along the pedestrian crossing towards the main staircase.

[ 3 ]

The passengers were laughing and chatting as they returned to their bedrooms from the relaxation room, where they could stretch their legs and enjoy the natural scenery.

The passenger in room 33 didn't pay attention to anyone, just kept his eyes fixed on the main staircase.

On the wall above the central staircase, a large, ornate clock with a copper frame hung. Its golden hands indicated the time.

11:51 p.m.

A beautifully crafted lamp stand near the bottom of the grand staircase,

A ship's captain standing by the lighthouse was looking down at the passenger from cabin 33, who was descending from above. First class was reserved for upper-class passengers.

The ferryman frowned at the sight of a ragged, poorly dressed passenger on deck 'A'.

"Why did the engines stop?" the passenger asked the captain. "It must be because there are a few things to fix," the captain replied politely. "The ship is brand new, and it's the first time we've sailed, so there are bound to be some hiccups. Don't worry about that. The ship is not a sinking ship," the passenger replied. "A ship made of iron can sink. I'll go out on deck and have a look." The captain shook his head quickly. "You shouldn't go outside, sir. It's terribly cold outside." The passenger shrugged his shoulders. He was used to the cold.

The passenger turned to the side, climbed the stairs to the starboard forward deck, and opened the door.

As soon as the passenger stepped onto the starboard deck of the ship, he felt as if he had been pricked by a thousand needles.

After three days in a bedroom, coming out into the open air, where the temperature is only 38 degrees, was like a thousand needles.