The World's Misconception

I knew the impact from the torpedo fired by the German U-Boat would be coming, and yet the adrenaline still rushed through my fingers. I looked down. My hands weren’t shaking, but I thought they would be once my body hit the freezing water. It would all be worth it when I presented the book to my government: the Germans that would rule the world. This would pay my debt to them. Charles Dickens owned THIS copy of A Christmas Carol. He put notes in it! And it was tucked inside my jacket in a waterproof bag. All I had to do was get off the ship. Chaos reigned like a psychotic monarchy in Egypt. I laughed because I was thinking of the Ptolemy’s as I was on a doomed ship. The creaking started as the hull split. It was time to bail. I scrambled to put on my life vest and look as disoriented as the other screaming passengers. Brits and Americans shouted English in accents that clashed like symbols in my ears. I dove overboard, keeping my hands, which were now shaking, on the priceless book in my jacket. The world would think it sank with the Lusitania.