![]() ![]() If only Conrad hadn't insisted they secure their passage from London on this particular vessel. What were those engineers saying now after learning the news? They'd likely think twice before making such audacious claims again. The churning waters of the icy Atlantic bubbled around the remains of the Titanic, as the ship sank farther and farther beneath the ocean's surface. Tell that to the over two thousand passengers and crew who had either already lost their lives or were fighting at that moment to keep them. That was an understatement if he ever heard one. ![]() ![]() "Not exactly the turn of events we were expecting, is it?" he managed to say, his voice strained and weak.Īaron could only muster derision at Conrad's words. "Don't you die on me."Ī wan smile found its way to Conrad's pale lips, and he opened his eyes to mere slits. He applied more pressure to the wound, but the blood flow showed no signs of lessening. "Don't you give up, Conrad." Aaron glanced down at his friend. He clutched the blanket around his shoulders and closed his eyes. His gaze traveled across the frigid waters into the almost black night, a darkness interrupted only by the sight of the sinking wreckage that had been their ship. Strangers, save their present shared experience. He stared past the faces of the others in their lifeboat. ![]() Help is on the way."Īaron Stone pressed his bloodied coat to the deep gash on Conrad Bradenton's leg. ![]()
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