Sunday, June 2, 2019
Roses Journey Upon the Ship of Dreams :: Creative Writing Titanic History Essays
Roses Journey Upon the Ship of DreamsMy journey started when I saw a report on the television. The reportwas about a picture which the nautical archaeologists found. The picturewas of me, not now a course but when I was a new-fashioned teenager. Titanicresearchers with the ocean archaeologists were looking for a rubywhich was worn by someone on the titanic, theyd been looking for 20long time but now theyd summate across a picture of a lady wearing it aroundher neck. They had found the picture miles under the ocean, they wereshowing there foundings on TV. I just caught a little glimpse of theimage on TV. I was ecstatic I was so excited I thought I had lostthat picture for ever but I was wrong. It was remarkable that thepicture had been under water for nearly 100 years and it was still in strong condition. I had to see it, for real. I phoned the helpline ayoung man answered the phone there was lots of racket in thebackground but could here this young man speaking on top of it all,he llo how we can help you? He asked.I replied by saying I wanted to know if you discombobulate found the heart ofthe ocean yet? He sounded quite surprised.Whats your name? he asked.Rose Dawson I responded. immediately, Rose Dawson you have me attention, he uttered. Now tell me whothat lady in the picture is Rose? he continue to questioned.The lady in that picture is me I said.That cant be true, if it was, u must be over 100 years old heclaimedActually Im 101 next month I counteredI was invited to the ship, not the titanic, but to the research ship.I stepped out of the helicopter. There were so many machines and somuch noise and racket. There were people running about, It reminded meof that dark when the ship hit the ice berg. I felt so vulnerable. Iwas also quite anxious to believe that I was here 100 years ago, whenthe titanic foundered. I could see the sights I saw that day, crossingmy mind back and forth. It was like a time bomb had exploded in my interrogative sentence and I was remembering everything.The young man presented my room. It was so basic two beds and a windowand a TV. I was sharing my room with my granddaughter who I didntthink knew what was going on, she look confused. Would like anythingelse Mrs. Dawson the young man asked.
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