“April 14, 1912 9:00 PM
Dear Diary,
It seems like I haven’t written in days.
The voyage so far has been wonderful. The food is delightful and delicious and the orchestra is always playing something pleasant. The rooms are nice and I haven’t yet gotten sick yet. I have come to really love the gentle rocking.
The weather has been awful and chilly but in a strange way beautiful.
Beatrice has never let up and been happy even when a young man started trying to woo her. She is being ridiculous. She keeps saying she has an awful feeling something bad is going to happen. I think she is just a little sick.
I am quite tired and stuff so I think I will go to sleep.”
I lie down and go to turn off the light when I see Beatrice sitting on the ground.
“Be, what are you doing?”
“I—I’m sitting.” She replies shakily.
“Pray tell, why are you sitting when you should be sleeping in bed?”
“Bridget, I have this horrid feeling that something awful is going to happen tonight. I do not know what it is but I know that something bad is going to happen. I just know. It is going to awful Bridget, just awful. I—I’m scared.” A tear slips down her cheek.
I hastily get down and sit down beside her. I slip my arm around her thin shoulders.
“It is going to be fine. We are going to be fine. Don’t worry. Just go to sleep. “
She slowly gets up and lies down. I sit with her, stroking her soft hair until I hear her quiet snores.
I sit in bed for what seems like hours. I am troubled. Beatrice scared? Sure Beatrice was horribly superstitious but never was she as scared as she just was. I have no idea whether I should be worried about what might happen or about Beatrice. I do not know if she will last for the rest of the voyage. I almost wish whatever bad she believes is coming would come so as to let her rest peacefully.
