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Below, deep in the bowls of the Titanic ship’s hull, long passageways gave way to crew quarters, storage compartments and of course the beating heart of the leviathan – the engine room.
The steady thump, thump of the engine echoed the long white corridors as the monstrous engines powered the turbines. Apart from a couple of engineers heading to and from their shifts, all was clear. The newest addition to the engineering crew was young Walter Norris, a tall black haired boy, freshly twenty years old, his thick hair covered by a baseball cap that had the ships name embroidered on the front. He had started as part of an apprenticeship made by the company a couple of months back, and Jim Dockett had taken him under his wing. Jim was an old school sailor and ships engineer who had been o
