A NIGHT TO REMEMBER guests were greeted with the following message upon arrival on the upper deck of the mesh replica of the RMS Titanic:
The stars overhead illuminate your surroundings, against the starry night sky are the black silhouettes of towering smoke stacks belching out even blacker soot in a rising trail to the East. The moon glints off metal handrails. You steady yourself against them as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You survey the vast planked decks, there doesn't seem to be a soul in sight, yet you're traveling along with two thousand two hundred and twenty three other passengers across the inky black, frigid North Atlantic in a floating city of steel and wood.
With no other voices within earshot, the night is deceptively silent as the white noise all around you obscures the distant sounds of laughing, kids playing, music and frivolity. Yes, all you hear are the reverberations of the lapping waves against the ship as it cuts through them, the dull vibrating hum of the engines that seem to permeate everything - your ears and body, the deck, the rails - and of course the occasional clang of metal upon metal. It all makes you feel so small, so fragile... you're one small speck aboard a modern leviathan of the seas, the RMS Titanic, the greatest ocean going vessel known to mankind and testament to humanity's ambition and hubris.
Within the next sixty seconds your silent reverie will be interrupted as ship lookout Frederick Fleet spots an iceberg ahead and alerts the bridge. For now however it is still 11:39 PM and peaceful. A moment frozen in time during A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.
Picture by Parker Droverson