"Ahhhh!" Tiffany heard distinct noises of people screaming, shouting and crying, she opened her eyes to discover that she was back on the deck of the ship. It was pitch-dark around her, but she could just about make out that she was not alone. Noises of violent tides lashing at the ship caught her attention. As her eyes gradually became accustomed to the darkness, she discovered herself to be surrounded by people dressed in Victorian-styled attire.
"OMG, why are these people dressed like this?" Tiffany thought, as huge tides of waves taller than a skyscraper came from all sides, flooding the ship with salty seawater.
"HELP!" someone screamed next to Tiffany. "Pray, someone, get us out of this sinking ship!"
Tiffany turned around to perceive a Victorian lady dressed all in white beside her, holding an overturned parasol whilst trying in vain to keep herself dry. "Yikes! This must be a shipwreck!" Tiffany thought to herself. "Where's Jeffie? I must find him! Without him, how can I re-enact the Titanic?"
"OMG, why are these people dressed like this?" Tiffany thought, as huge tides of waves taller than a skyscraper came from all sides, flooding the ship with salty seawater.
"HELP!" someone screamed next to Tiffany. "Pray, someone, get us out of this sinking ship!"
Tiffany turned around to perceive a Victorian lady dressed all in white beside her, holding an overturned parasol whilst trying in vain to keep herself dry. "Yikes! This must be a shipwreck!" Tiffany thought to herself. "Where's Jeffie? I must find him! Without him, how can I re-enact the Titanic?"
Suddenly, she perceived people crowding towards the side of the ship, pushing each other along the way. In fact, a mini lifesaver boat was being slowly lowered towards the surface of the ship, in order to provide a route of escape. However minuscule the hope of survival in this gigantic storm was, the people tightly held on to it and struggled to jump into the boat.
"Women, children and elderly people first!" a man in a hoarse voice yelled in the background.
Whilst desperately in search of 'her Jeffie', Tiffany's eyes caught the figure of a teenaged girl wearing a plain red dress in the background, huddling a woman with white hair, who was apparently her governess. The two did not join the rush to the mini-boat, but instead, stood at the back and quietly observed the crowd with terror in their eyes.
Abruptly, a huge tied, which was as tall as a skyscraper, splashed down from the sky on top of Tiffany. "Aaaahhhhh!" Tiffany screamed deafeningly as she banged her head on something hard. She opened her eyes only to discover that she was back in her room in the ship's cabin and beside her, Blythe, after perceiving Tiffany's loud scream, was sitting on the Victorian sofa. In fact, Tiffany had banged her head on the back of the bed.
"Tiffany, are you alright?" enquired Blythe, concerned.
The sound of Tiffany's scream stomped downstairs and slapped Shaun and Jeffrey awake from their restless sleep. They quickly dashed upstairs, three steps at a time. "What's the matter?" asked Shaun, who was afraid that calamity had befallen on his friends and anxious for their safety.
"Jeffie!!! Oh, thank God you're here!" exclaimed Tiffany, "I dreamt that I was on board the Titanic!" As she wiped beads of perspiration off her forehead and after calming down a little, Tiffany started to recount the minute details of her nightmare to the group.
~To be Continued~
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