by Fiona Read
All characters are fake but some events are based on true events. NOT BASED OFF MOVIE!!!!
I was super nervous the day the Titanic set sail. I had been living with Papaw for a few
months and I found out that he's a crazy psychopath. Then, I heard about the Titanic
and decided to bear him for couple more weeks. My parents and I lived in a nice place
in New York. I didn't have any money to buy a ticket so I would have sneak on. Since I
was small for my age, I've devised a perfect plan. And it was time to carry it out.
I went to the port and quickly found a man in first class who wasn't paying attention to
his luggage. The port was very packed and everyone was waiting to get on the ship so I
opened his trunk and quickly squeezed myself inside. It wasn't to bad either. In fact,
after about ten minutes, I had used the man's belongings as cushions so I could sit
upright on my knees. I could tell it was time to go when the man cursed and hastily
clipped my trunk shut. I started to get carried to the ship by the confused first class
man until I was put down heard someone, a crewman I'm guessing, tell him that they
will carry his things to the Titanic's first class baggage area. Then I was lifted again and
carried some more. Then I was tilted sideways and all the man's belongings fell on me.
I was being lifted to the top of the pile of baggage. Then finally, I was on my way to my
to New York. A few hours later, I started to get hungry so I used a few stogies and a
pocket knife to get the trunk open. I made my way over to the door. When I came out
of the baggage area, I was in a long hallway and I knew exactly where I was. And
unfortunately, the stairs were on the other end of the ship. I continued forward and
soon, I turned right. The orlop deck of the Titanic was like a maze but I eventually got
to the stairs. Now, I was really hungry. I went up two floors and continued forward and
then I finally found the second class dining saloon. I stole some food and ate in the
boiler rooms back downstairs. In there, I found hundreds of secret passageways crew
members use to get around the ship without "disturbing" all of the snobby first class
passengers. I used the passage to the poop deck to get to the first class restaurant.
After delighting myself with scaring some of the richies on board and stealing dinner, I
went back to the orlop deck to call it a night. When I went back to the baggage area, I
discovered a cargo bay. And it was filled with lots of stuff. There was even a motorized
vehicle in there, and at least a dozen dogs started barking at me. I swear I heard a bird
in there. A talking one too. It wouldn't shut up either. In the end, I decided to let the
domesticated animals out of their kennels and let them sleep with me in the
motorized car. I was pretty comfy cause some of the dogs kind of let me lay on them
like pillows. The little dogs are the ones that cuddled up in my arms. They made me a
makeshift blanket, so it all worked out. The second day on the Titanic was pretty much
the same until I was caught taking my stolen lunch to the boiler room.
“Hey, what are you doing here,” said a tall woman(probably an engineer from her
uniform). “All passengers are to stay off of this floor. It is for workers and crew only.”
This put me in a bad mood. I didn't need this right now. I had enough to worry about.
“Oops, must not’ve heard the memo.” I say. The lady points at my lunch sack.
“What's in the bag? I hope your not stealing anything, it’d be a shame to turn you into
the captain,” she says in a way that made me want to punch her in the face.
“Let me see here,” opening the bag enough to look inside it. “Nope, doesn't look like
anything that's your business.” I close the bag.
“Look kid, if your lookin’ for trouble, go up to the captain yourself ok? I’ve got a job and
I would like to keep it so…” The lady’s stomach growls. She must not have had lunch
yet. I open the bag and I take out an apple.
“You know what, since I'm a very nice and considerate person, I'm gonna make a deal
for ye. You won't tell the captain that I even exist and I will get some food for your
precious little tummy.” I toss her the apple. “So, do we got a deal?”
The looks she looks from me to the apple. I can tell that she’s considering the offer.
Her stomach grumbles again. “Deal. Just let me fix the boiler first.”
“Sounds stupid. I'm callin’ ye Ray instead. See ya!” I turn and walk to the door and
stop. I turn around.
“Call me Eve.” I turn and leave.
I couldn't sleep that night because of the bird. I swear, there was a bird. So, I went and
walked around the third class cabins for no particular reason. To think about home, I
guess. As I rounded a corner, I saw my cousin Cat (Catherine).
“What the hell are you doing on the Titanic?” I asked. “You're supposed to be in New
“Why are you on the Titanic? And what were you doing out of America?” she said. “Oh
no, you didn't.” I look down at my bare feet. “Eve, I told you that Papaw isn't in the
right mind. But, no no no, don't listen to me, you had to go see for yourself.” She puts
her arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “I know when we were little, you
were very close but, Grammi is gone now, and he just isn't himself. He’ll get over it,
don't worry. I know you just wanted to help.” I eyes fill as I shake my head.
“You wouldn't understand what it's like to watch your best friend break down and cry
because everything reminded him of her.” I'm crying now, tears dripping down my
face. “He’s never gonna get over it and you know it. Stop lying to yourself and face the
fact that he isn't our grandpa anymore. HE’S A NUTCASE!!!!!” I fell into her arms and
cried until I couldn't anymore.
“Here,” Cat said in her soothing voice. “I’ll take you to my room where you can calm
down.” The room was small and held four bunks. Cat and her sister Charlotte let me sit
on the extra bunk below Cat’s. Her sister and father slept in the other two bunks. I
laced on the bunk to think while Charlotte made me a warm rag to put on my
forehead. It felt good and helped me clear my head. After I had calmed down, we
visited for awhile. I found out that they had been on vacation and found out about a
family reunion coming up in New York so they got tickets to the Titanic to make it in
time. I told them about Ray and the motorized vehicle I slept in. I left out the part
where I would continue stealing food for the rest of the time on the ship.
“You can sleep in here,” Charlotte said. “We've got the extra bunk.” And so, I was
upgraded from cargo to third class overnight. Which was kinda nice with no bird. I
swear, there was a bird.
Over the course of the third and fourth day, I grew to be really good friends we with
Ray. I even came to trusting her with the knowledge of my Papaw. She told me about
all the ships she sailed in and even taught me how to fix the boiler because I wanted
to be her apprentice someday. When I wasn't with Ray, I would do what Charlotte
called ‘what a 12 year old should be doing’ like playing games and stuff on the poop
deck with Cat and Charlotte. It was really fun. I discovered my advantage in hide and
seek when I hid in Charlotte’s trunk. It took them forever to find me. I eventually had
to tell them where I was so they would find me and I could go sneak myself some
Over the course of my trip, I noticed that the stewards forgot to feed the animals in
the cargo bay sometimes. So, I always brought some food to them after Cat and
Charlotte fell asleep so they wouldn't starve to death or something. Cause, you know
I'm a very nice and considerate person like that. That's where I was on that fateful
I was feeding the bird (and I swear there was a bird) in the cargo bay when I felt
something jolt the ship so hard I fell. I couldn't figure out what it was. I mean, we can't
be in New York yet. It's only been five days. So, I went to the boiler room to see if it
was one of the boilers malfunctioning.
“Ray, is there something wrong with the boilers? Cause there's something that jolted
the ship a few minutes ago in case for some odd reason you didn't notice,” I said. I
could tell what she was gonna say before she even opened her mouth.
“Nope. The boilers are fine. But I have a feeling that the ship might not be.” She looked
as if she knew what was gonna happen and she didn’
t look forward to it.
That scared me a little and I didn't care to hide it through my panic attack, “Nice. Just
perfect! So we're screwed, is that what you're telling me? Cause if that's not the case,
then enlighten me. Please. I need to know that if I'm gonna spend the rest of my
moments alive in a clearly sinkable ship without ever seeing my parents again, so I
have enough time to start praying Dear God, cause I'm goin’ to hell!”
“This happened to another ship I sailed long ago. We've hit ice.” Ray quickly dragged
me to the wall and started feeling around for something. “I forgot to mention that I
designed parts of this ship for my own safety in case something happened. That
includes a secret passageway to the boat deck. If they built the ship properly, we’ll end
up near lifeboat 7. This passage was built solely for me survive a dying vessel such as
this 1 more time. I was selfish then. Now I know that it's important to put others first.
Eve, you’ve made me a changed woman and that's why I'm staying behind. You've
been a very good friend to me and that's all I could have ever asked for. Now go while
you can.” She pushed open a secret door leading to the passage she was talking about.
I couldn't let her die. “To hell with that! I may not know much about this whole friends
thing, but I do know that a good friend would never let you die to save her. The fact
that you're even doing this makes me think you're fricken insane! So,” I push her
through the door, “...you're going first.”
So, I found out that this “passageway” is actually just a really fricken long ladder. As we
climb, I look down at the bottom of the ladder and see that it has already started to
flood. And the water was rising.
I yell,“If you still want me to live, you might want to start climbing a little faster!”
Luckily, Ray heard me and quickened her pace.
After what seemed like hours of climbing, we made it to boat deck. It was very
crowded but since Ray was an employee and I'm a kid, we got to the lifeboat fairly
Before I could get in, a crew member stopped me and gave me a baby wrapped in
thick yellow blankets so big, you could barely see it’s face. It wasn't too heavy either.
Probably an infant. As I held the baby, I looked around for Cat and Charlotte but I
couldn't find them. I hope they’re ok.
I turn around as I hear, “What on earth are you looking for?!? Get in the lifeboat!” It's
Ray. She was already in the lifeboat. I give her the baby so I can get in. After I'm in I
take the baby back. For some odd reason, I felt like I couldn't let the baby out of my
arms until we either die, or get to safety. I felt like the baby was my responsibility for
the sailor gave to me and no one else. So the boat was dropped into the ocean baby in
arms. Though when we got to the water, no one did anything.
“What the hell!” I yell. “Paddle away from the ship you fools! Do you want to die?”
These people obviously didn't understand science. If we’re too close, the ship will take
us down with it.
Everyone started to paddle, hearing the urgency of my voice. They knew that I knew
what I was talking about. I could tell. We got pretty far away from the ship and
everyone started to relax until the bundled child I was holding started to bark.
“Wait a minute, this isn't a baby, it's a dog!” The dog jumped out of my arms and
landed at the front of the boat. It nearly tipped us over. And the whole time the dog is
“Shut up,” I yell. “I don't want to hear your yapping right now. I'm trying to listen for a
rescue boat so we can get the hell out of here.” The little dog wouldn't listen. It kept
barking and barking and eventually, I gave up trying to listen for rescue boats. I really
think that the mutt needs to chill out for a second. I mean, it just won't freaking shut
After what seemed like hours, a rescue boat finally came. Where the hell has it been?
The North Pole and back? I'm really agitated about how fast they came because they
didn't get here fast. At all.
“So what took you so long? Couldn't you have been here 3 freaking hours ago? You
would have saved a hell of a lot more people.” I shriek at the captain after everyone
“If it weren't for the dog, we never would have found you in the first place.” he said.
I looked at the little dog in my arms, thankful. So that's why it wouldn't stop barking. It
saw the rescue boat and signaled it to us by barking. That is one smart dog. I squeezed
it a little tighter and whispered a little thank you.
“Eve! Eve!” I put the dog down and turn around just to be tackled by someone who's
soaking wet. It's Cat! “I've been so worried about you!” she says. “I can't believe you're
alive! I thought for sure we were goners. But I got saved and you're here and I can
relax just a little bit more now. Thank you so much for staying alive!” She crushes me
in another huge hug.
“Where's Charlotte? And please let go, you're choking me.” I said. She let go of me.
“Charlotte is fine.” she says. “But I don't know about Daddy. I'm afraid he didn't make
it. But I hope he's alright.” Cat looked out on the water in a very sad way and it made
me want to punch something.
I grab a blanket and wrap her up. “I wish I could tell you everything is okay,” I said.
“But I can't. That would be a big fat ly. I mean we're in the middle of the Atlantic
watching the ship we were riding sink before our eyes. But I can tell you that you
shouldn't worry. I don't know if your dad’s alive or not but at least we are and worrying
will only make matters worse for you. Your sister and I, we love you for many things
and the way worrying takes affect on you isn't one of them. I know you love your dad.
We all do. But sometimes, we need to be happy about what we do know instead of
worry about what we don't. Come on Cat. Find the bright side. It's what you do best.”
She turns to me with a smile. “You know what,” she says. “You’re right. I am good at it.”
We laugh at the stupid joke as if it were the best thing ever. It was probably the most
precise time for her to say it too. I hadn’t laughed once all week.
Later on we found out that Cat’s dad had indeed died because of the sinking. Cat was
greatly affected by it. She wouldn't make jokes or smile or be naturally funny. She
would just stand on the deck cuddling the little dog I saved, staring out at the sea as if
it were a criminal, that keeps slipping from her grasp.
She would always say, “Well, at least he went to a better place. One that I could only
imagine. The perfect place. The one place he always deserved to be.” She would sigh
and squeeze the dog a little tighter as if it was comforting her.
I never really believed in all that Jesus stuff. But that day, I think I did. I mean I just
survived a shipwreck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, though I probably didn't
Nah, I'm just smart. No need to get all emotional.
Well, a few days after the sinking, Cat had another crazy idea. She was bound and
determined to find the little dog’s owner. We were in New York at the time and I
thought she had lost her mind.
“Are you frickin crazy?” I told her. “New York is a very busy place. The owner may not
even be in New York. The owner may not have even survived. Do you really want to go
through all that hard work when we can just keep him? I mean you've been using him
as a pillow for the last few days and you seemed to be happy with him hanging around
“I know,” she said. “It's just that I lost my father but I at least have you and Charlotte
to keep me out of trouble.”
“It's a pain in the butt too,” I add. She smiles.
Then she continues, “You two are alive and I have you and I want the owner to have
the opportunity to have family that survived back.”
Unfortunately for me, it convinced me enough to look at the dog’s tags and make a few
calls. After some digging, I found out that the owner was in New York and staying in
the hotel a few blocks from our grandma’s old house where we were staying with
some cousins who took care of the house. The owner was an old lady around 90. She
was a widow and all her kids were deceased. The little dog was the only family she
really had. But we had to reunite them tonight because she was gonna head home to
Philadelphia in the morning.
So after dinner, Cat and I walked over to the hotel. Cat was squeezing the dog so tight I
thought that it's frickin head might pop off. I could tell she was nervous. But, weirdly
at the same time she was more excited than I had ever seen her before. I know that
doesn't make sense, but you know what I mean. I think it was more of a excited and
scared combo. Scarecited?
Well I knocked on the door to her room. “Hello?” I said. “We’re really sorry to bother
you but we have something you might want to have before you leave.” The door
opened revealing an old lady in a long white night gown that was fairly simple. The dog
must have been the only value in her life. She must have been third class on the ship.
“Hello there,” she said. “I didn't expect anyone to come here with something I want.”
I started to stutter for some reason. Normally I'm not afraid of the elderly.
“I..if...w.we...nev...meant...a.any...trouble.” Man, I don't even know what I'm saying
“No no no, there's no trouble. Come in come in.” She greeted us very kindly. Cat and I
decided though that we would make sure it was her before letting her see the dog. So,
Cat had found a way to keep it in her duffle bag with some dog treats we had bought
We sit down and the lady serves us some tea. Luckily, I had gotten over my strange
fear of the woman by the time I took a sip.
“So,” she said. “What do you need?”
I would speak for us. “Well actually, I need to ask you some questions before we can
do anything. They may be pretty personal to you so…”
“No no no, that's fine. I tell you what you need.”
“Ok, first we need your name.”
“No problem. Samantha Loraine Garcia.”
“Ms. Garcia, we need to make sure you’re the right person. So, were you on the Titanic?”
“Yup. I was heading home to Philadelphia from a free vacation I had been given a few
months earlier. I had my little dog Poúchés (Poo-Chez) with me.”
“Did you try to bring Poúchés to the lifeboats with you?”
“I knew that they wouldn't let my little Poúchés on the boat with me so I went back
down to my room and wrapped her up in a thick yellow baby blanket that I always
kept with me to remember and honor my deceased children. I was sure I wouldn't
make it so I ran up to a sailor and handed my Poúchés to him. So he wouldn't suspect
anything, I looked him strait in the eye and said, ‘I don't know if I’ll make it so you
promise me that you will give her to someone who can take care of my grand baby.’
He promised and I was off to find a way off. I was able to slip onto one of the lifeboats
as it dropped to the water. But I never saw my precious little Poúchés again. I hope
that sailor found a good mother take care of the last of my family.”
The story was so heartbreaking, I teared up a little. But my reaction seemed blank
compared to Cat. She was balling. Crying on my shoulder, getting my sleeve soaking
wet. But I had some good news to share. We had found our owner.
“Well, don't worry,” I said. “Your Poúchés is safe.
“Really?” asked Ms. Garcia. She looked as if she were being reassured just by the
“Yes,” I said. “And she’s coming home. Cat?” She walks behind the sofa where her
duffel is hidden and comes back with Poúchés wrapped up in the same blanket I found
her in. Cat hands the special package to me and I explain, “You see, when I got on the
top deck, a sailor saw me and my friend Ray who’s an engineer and gave this very
special package to me just before I got in my life boat. Turns out, it was Poúchés! The
little dog saved my life. If you hadn't risked your life for Poúchés, I wouldn't be here
today to give back to you for saving me. And the best gift I could think of was this.” I
give Ms. Garcia, Poúchés. She looked at the little dog like it was a slice of heaven.
“Oh Poúchés!” she exclaimed in joy. “Poúchés my darling, you’re safe! I'm so happy to
see you again!” Poúchés rolled out of the blanket and gave Ms. Garcia a shower of
kisses. You know what, helping people isn't that bad. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you
so much for bringing my Poúchés back to me! How could I ever repay you?”
“There’s no need,” I said. “You've been help enough. This was repaying you. This dog
saved my life. It brought our family back together and yours deserves the same.
Whether it's this little dog or a whole Titanic full of people. (not trying to be funny
“Thank you.” she said.
After we left, Cat and I let out a huge sigh of relief. “We did it.” she said.
“We sure did.” I pulled her in for a hug. I knew that she needed it. I needed it. The
Titanic may have made our lives like crap recently, but things were gonna change. I
By, Fiona Read