Raymond sat in his seat and scowled at his weak tea. He hated the voyage already and they had barely left the ground. He could feel the massive turbines spinning through the thin plates of the deck and up his feet. The vibration was driving him mad. He had to get out for a bit of air. The little theatre was too close, too full. Even if he wasn’t a rich man, he refused to travel to England packed in like a canned sardine. He drained the tin cup and rose. When he reached the door he found it locked.
The Voyage 030: Raymond
June 9, 2015
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The Voyage 029: Magda
June 8, 2015
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Magda thought of The Indomitable as a sort of colossal, unpleasant sandwich. All of the beautiful parts were either on the top or the bottom. Above her there was the majestic bulk of the envelope. Below were the first class accommodations of polished metal and spotless glass.
She was here in the middle, serving watery tea and biscuits in the Third Class Sitting Room. The low, windowless room somewhat resembled a theatre, which it occasionally became in the evenings. The First Class passengers had the run of their decks, but the cheaper births were confined during ascension, ‘for their safety.’
Hugh J. O'Donnell 