Sunk

Prologue

                   Southampton Great Britain, July 31st 1914, 9:00 am.  

               I sat in the back Renault with my Mother Sophia Quinton, my older sister Sylvia Quinton, and my husband of 4 years Jonathan Booth. I sighed as I sat near Jonathan. I never had wanted to marry him. But mother insisted I did. Sylvia pressured me as well. Jonathan was alright… I guess… It didn’t help that I was 20 and he was 40 already. 

                      I tried adjusting myself into a comfortable position because of the wretched dress I was wearing. It was a simple blue boarding suit. Mother called it. I wore a hideous oversized blue Edwardian hat over my head. It was draped with white and blue feathers here and there. 

                        But anyway… My name is Charlotte Booth and here is what happened to me. I leaned against the window as we got towards the pier. I didn't really want to go back to America. But because of the turmoil going on in Europe. We had to leave immediately. 

               We were gonna sail back on one of the largest ocean liners afloat and it was apparently newly built. The RMS Carmen. The ship was humongous. Bigger than the Titanic that sank over 2 years previously. 

                  I just knew this was going to be a voyage that I would probably not enjoy…

(This was an idea a friend gave me. Hope you like it.)