Rose's Journey Upon the Ship of Dreams

Rose’s Journey Upon the Ship of Dreams

My journey started when I saw a report on the television. The report

was about a picture which the ocean archaeologist’s found. The picture

was of me, not now a course but when I was a young teenager. Titanic

researchers with the ocean archaeologists were looking for a ruby

which was worn by someone on the titanic, they’d been looking for 20

years but now they’d come across a picture of a lady wearing it around

her neck. They had found the picture miles under the ocean, they were

showing there founding’s on TV. I just caught a little glimpse of the

image on TV. I was ecstatic; I was so excited I thought I had lost

that picture for ever but I was wrong. It was remarkable that the

picture had been under water for nearly 100 years and it was still in

good condition. I had to see it, for real. I phoned the helpline; a

young man answered the phone there was lots of racket in the

background but could here this young man speaking on top of it all,

“hello how we can help you?” He asked.

I replied by saying “I wanted to know if you have found the heart of

the ocean yet?” He sounded quite surprised.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Rose Dawson” I responded.

“Now, Rose Dawson you have me attention,” he uttered. “Now tell me who

that lady in the picture is Rose?” he continue to questioned.

“The lady in that picture is me!” I said.

“That can’t be true, if it was, u must be over 100 years old” he

claimed

“Actually I’m 101 next month” I countered

I was invited to the ship, not the titanic, but to the research ship.

I stepped out of the helicopter. There were so many machines and so

much noise and racket. There were people running about, It reminded me

of that night when the ship hit the ice berg. I felt so vulnerable. I

was also quite anxious to believe that I was here 100 years ago, when

the titanic foundered. I could see the sights I saw that day, crossing

my mind back and forth. It was like a time bomb had exploded in my

head and I was remembering everything.

The young man presented my room. It was so basic two beds and a window

and a TV. I was sharing my room with my granddaughter who I didn’t

think knew what was going on, she look confused. “Would like anything

else Mrs. Dawson” the young man asked.