The ship hit an iceberg on April 14th.
My sister lives in captain Smiths house, one of two he owned on the same street.
Helen Candee was one of the survivors, and she wrote this as the ship met its fate. "Light after light slipped into the water
in sloping slow descent; less and less becomes the stern space where the hushed crowd waits.
No more sound of wireless, nor rockets.
Then, at last last, the end of the world.
A smooth slow chute. Life went out on the big ship.
There was no shriek, nor wail, nor frantic shout. Instead a heavy moan as one of being from whom final agony forces a single sound".
'Then the shock came. The impact was below me.
It toppled me over. We had struck the top of a
mountain in the sea, a mountain never before discovered.
It must be so.'
As she went to investigate, she saw a boy carrying ice which had fallen onto the deck after the ship hit the iceberg.
She recalls the horrifying vision of the Titanic's bow disappearing into the water as those who remained on board scrambled for the stern, by now at a terrifying 90 degree angle.
'The only space of deck slopes high toward the stern and on this diminished point huddle the close pack awaiting death with translucent courage'
She should not have been on the ship, as she was on her way to the states because her son had an accident so she boarded at Cherbourg the fastest way to get there.