Sitting in the Uber on the way to the docks where the Titanic awaits for us. Everyone shouting impatiently in the line. “Everyone make you’re way on to the ship” shouted captain Misty. Still sitting in the Uber waiting for the rain to stop. Billy looking out the window at the graveyard calling out what every headstone says. The rain stopped
We ran as fast as we could – we reached captain Misty “room 68” she roared. We frantically run until our faces turned Crimson………….