*Will*
“Sink?” I’m careful to repeat the word quietly so as not to alarm the nearby passengers, no matter how preposterous the idea. I wouldn’t want anyone to panic or begin to listen in on what they would naturally find to be an absurd conversation..
“Yes, sink,” she insists, thankfully still whispering. “Everyone said it was unsinkable until it hit an iceberg and sank.”
I sit back in the deck chair, struggling to decide what to make of it. She sounds like a madwoman, yet she is so certain about everything she’s saying. But I didn’t choose the ship for our voyage lightly. “In Southampton, the press followed its construction closely, as did my brother and I. They offered quite some detail about its design. There are several safeguards to ensure that sinking is quite impossible.
“You
