The Titanic-Personal Narrative

“50 dollars, 50 dollars, 50 dollars...and sold to the man in the jacket.” The auctioneer said.
The streets were filled with commotion, the lights shining brightly in the foggy darkness. A man had recently won, in a torn jacket. He had a large beard and long hair. His name was Robert Baker. He had been living on living on the streets, from all he could remember. The only thing he remembered in his past, was being with his family as a kid. All those precious memories that would never come back. He was a man surviving from smuggling and eating scraps. He was drunk from all that whiskey and spent all his money for a ticket on board the Titanic. Robert shoved it back to the man, but he wouldn’t take it back. Robert decided that the ticket was useless

The time was 9:30 and he was going to be late! The location was in Belfast, about three miles from where he was. He took all of his belongings, jumped up, and began running. Street signs and shops flashed behind him, the dock came to view. He began to run at full pace, his legs pumping, his chest breathing heavily. He ran onto the wooden platform and handed the man the ticket. The man handed him a brochure, which showed the layout of the Titanic. He looked at the boat ahead of him. Its red and blue textures shined in the morning light. With hundreds of designs of features. He couldn’t hold himself to explore this massive structure. His dusty shoes left dirt and mud behind, as he walked onto the ship’s deck. People crowded around the rails, chairs were aligned on the wooden wall, and games of toss the ring were being played. The Titanic had recently begun sailing, as he stood along the ramp, and overlooked the soaring waters. He explored the rooms and halls. He started at the main hall. With wooden ornate chairs and pillars, a buffet was aligned on the wall, with food that Robert has never seen or touched in his life. He walked out of the main hall and opened the door leading to the staircase. He walked up the stairs and made it to the pool. Robert slowly walked into the pool, his feet toe touched the water, and he slowly walked in. The water covered his body, making him feel a vague feeling of a shower. I swam to each end of

There were three white-topped tables, more than the night before. Large and juicy steaks were aligned on the table. Fresh and cold oysters, eggs and cheese, sourdough bread, clam chowder, seasoned vegetables, Maryland chicken(fried chicken), and grilled potatoes were all aligned on the two tables. The last table was aligned with a tray of a variety of different kinds cookies, pastries, and cakes. He grabbed two plates. One for his main course, and one for his deserts. He ate quickly and viciously but enjoying each and everyone one. After his delicious meal, he decided to enjoy the fireworks on the Titanic’s deck.
He saw the exploding colors in the night sky, and it reminded him of his childhood. He thought of his father and mother, with him. The date was July 4th, and he and his parents were enjoying the fireworks, on the grass, in Montclair Park. He looked at the ending fireworks and yawned. It appeared that he was tired from how late it was. He sleepily walked down the halls, and into his room. He collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.
Robert was awoken by a loud noise, which appeared to be people frantically screaming.
“The Titanic is sinking! Let's hurry to the deck before all the lifeboats are taken.” said an anonymous