The Untold Story of a Titanic Survivor Who Didn't Believe in Luck

The story of the Titanic sinking is one that is well-known and has been told countless times. From movies to books, people are fascinated by the tragic event that took the lives of over 1,500 people. It is said that even children know the story, and yet, there are still some untold stories from the survivors.

One such story is that of Vodka Nock, a young Armenian writer who was on the Titanic on its fateful voyage to America. Unlike what most people believe, his survival was not due to luck or chance, but rather his courage and quick thinking in a dire situation.

Vodka Nock was 25 years old when he boarded the Titanic in the spring of 1912. He was traveling to America with his father, a famous Armenian writer, to deliver some books. Despite his health problems, he managed to obtain the papers he needed to enter the US, thanks to his father's influence. Vodka Nock took the legendary Orient Express from Istanbul to Aha and then made his way to Southampton, where he learned that the Titanic was the nearest ship departing for America.

Excited about the journey, Vodka Nock arrived at the port neatly shaven and smartly dressed with a trendy cap and massive glasses that were popular in the US at that time. He met three men with whom he shared cabin 804, two Englishmen, and a Frenchman. They quickly became friends and would hang out on the deck, at the onboard bar, and in the library. None of them could possibly imagine what would become of the unsinkable ship just days later.

On the night of April 14th, 1912, shortly after midnight, something that sounded like a big explosion woke everyone up. The night lights went out, and the Englishmen were jolted from their bunks by a strong push. The two new friends helped them up, took a few belongings with them, and left the cabin, not knowing that they would never step back in it. Vodka Nock only took his passport and all the cash he had, about fifty-four dollars. It was clear that something was wrong, yet it was quiet in the corridor. The young men tried to find out what was going on, but none of the crew members wanted to say anything. A few minutes later, it was impossible to deny that the Titanic was sinking.

Vodka Nock noticed the sailors were getting the lifeboats out and commanded they were only for women and kids. Some men tried to sneak in any way, but gunshots were fired off to prevent them from doing so. Vodka Nock and Moran looked at each other, understanding they had two choices: stay on the sinking ship and say goodbye to their futures or at least try to save themselves by jumping in the water. Both wanted to live, and both knew they could swim well, so the choice was obvious. Moran managed to get them life vests, and Vodka Nock put his passport and money in a little bag and tied it around his neck. The Titanic's bow was already underwater by that time.

The water in the North Atlantic that night was just below freezing, at a scary 28 degrees Fahrenheit. The young writer felt his arms and legs go numb, and he was understandably getting weaker and weaker every second. He lost the life vest, and now his only hope for survival was a lifeboat. He was about to faint, and it wasn't getting any warmer in the water. Just then, he bumped into something, a lifeboat. But the boat was so overcrowded that they pushed the young man with a paddle when he tried to stick to the boat. He begged for help, but they refused to show