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Thomas Jones
32-years-old, Able Body Seaman
United States Inquiry, Day 7

 

​I’d seen ice before—once.
A large berg above the Newfoundland Banks.
Same time of year—same course.
I was a look-out aboard the Majestic for twelve months
Never missed a crossing during my six years with her.
Seven years altogether, if you count my run with the Oceanic,
where I was also assigned to the crow’s nest.
Titanic hired me as an able body seaman.
You can feel ice, you know.
We felt it hours before we ever saw it back then.
It was the searing of the icy air.
I don’t know why no one felt it this time.
Sure it was cold, but not half as cold as before.
But back then it was daytime.
And we had our look-out glasses.
Though I don’t believe binoculars would have made a difference this time.
To be honest, they’re not much help at night.
I’d rather put my trust in my own eyes.
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