St. Albanshurst: A Short Story

The days were spectacular, always sunny the deck was very fun to walk around and the meals were good as well. I was traveling third class with my eldest sister Mae she was 21 years old I was 15. Our Mother had bought us tickets to ride on the Titanic to America for a better life and enough time for us to start over. Our Mother gave us most of her life savings and leaving her was one of the hardest things me and my sister have ever had to do, we knew it would be the last time we ever saw her. I will never forget her last words to us “I love you both so much I want you to remember that your mother did everything she could to give you guys a good life. You will be in my thoughts everyday I can’t wait until you guys succeed in the ways I know you can.” After that she sent us onto the boat Mae and I couldn’t help but tear up a bit until we realized that she had every intention for us to be happy, so we decided we’d enjoy the

“Everyone, please calm down.” His words could not be heard over the loud voices of the

“ALRIGHT! I’ll deal with it, help me get a bag from the car”

Upon boarding the ship my wife and children were separated from me. I did not know where they were or what they where going through for the duration of the ride. Nor did I know if they would be alive at the end of the trip. You see, we were among a slave ship. A ship with a crew that was so brutal, treating us in such cruel ways. I had never witnesses such brutality and neglect in my entire life.

I was all packed and ready for the journey. I was very frightened, because I was leaving the only place I knew. My family was not coming with me and I missed them. I was riding a stinky old steamboat to America. I was not excited for the long journey to America. The food smelled bad and I was uncomfortable, but I was going to America so I tried to keep my thoughts on that. At least I was waking up to a better life in America.

I finally made it to America! The journey from Italy was definitely more challenging than I would have expected. When I first decided I would move here, I didn't expect the amount of storms that we hit. On the week journey, there was only a few days when it did not rain. We were so close together in the bottom of the ship that there was barely any room to breathe! I was barely allowed on the upper decks, which made the lower deck seem so much more crowded. I heard someone say that there was around 3,000 people on the ship alone, and most of them were in steerage class with me. I didn't get the opportunity to change my clothing, and we were only allowed to shower in salt water, if at all. The meals consisted of soups or stews throughout

Right after all the fresh red rose petals were released into the river, something for real amazing happened. Nobody ever expected this to happen and nobody could ever plan for this to happen. Suddenly my dad yells “Look at all those geese flying over!”

Iceberg right ahead! " These words foreshadow one of the sea's most tragic disasters of all time. The Titanic will always be remembered for what happened after those fearful words were said.

“ We’ll be there soon.” My mom announced excitedly from the front seat of the car. We had finally made it to my grandmas and grandpas house in Michigan after a five hour long car ride, to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary and a day later something shocking happened.

The next day of traveling back home was not bad at all. It was another voyage at sea, yet I was not seasick at all. The crew was shockingly delightful and supported my cause.

We were sent down there because we were in the third class. When night came we were told that they were out of food and we were not going to eat today. My stomach was growling and I was starving and I hadn’t had a meal in about 6 days. All of the next week was about the same we hadn’t seen sunlight in a week, we had to stay down there. Everyone was so close down there and many people were becoming sick and I think my youngest sister was too. She had a very high fever and even though it was very hot down here she was shaking. She also was vomiting, but many people were, it was because they were all seasick, below deck the waves were strong. It was gradually getting hotter the smell of vomit was almost unbearable. Every day we would get a meal and it was a cup of soup and a small piece of bread. the days became longer and longer and I was becoming very ill myself. All of my family was getting more pale day by day. It had finally been about 2 weeks when we were called out of the ship and led to the ferry. The ferry ride was very stressful and tiring and sickening but it was getting ok because we saw the Statue of Liberty and that was amazing to see. We had finally arrived to Ellis Island after a stressful ride.

I stayed in the steerage. It was tiny, filthy filled with people and crying babies. The trip was about a month. The experience was horrible. There were three storms that could have wiped out the vessel. There wasn’t enough foods for everyone so I went out of eating for about 16 days. Many became ill during the long voyage in cramped and dirty quarters. I had to go up to the deck with a bucket attached to a rope so I can pull out the water from the ocean to drink. I didn’t shower and was flat out exhausted throughout the whole trip.

Footsteps began. The footsteps sounded like they were in shallow water. All of this noise was coming from the vent to the left of the door. The steps started, stopped, and kept going until they were right under Mrs.Mayfield.

“Please come downstairs young man, I'm making tea and ginger biscuits.” Her voice requesting him down on the ground floor. He could already feel himself going down the stairs, although, not completely in control of himself. It was almost as if he was being pulled by some invisible force. He wanted to believe very badly that there was nothing wrong, but it seemed that every moment the

We went into the to Hawai’i to restock and reship our ships to go hunting again. Our crew members loved it there, but they got in trouble a lot.