His legs linger, his mouth gasps for a breath, as his eyes take a view of the horror unfolding on that deck. The demons of the sea continue to thrash that half-of-a-ship left now. The sons of the sea try their best to save the populous, despite the shortage of resources and morale. The view in the sea isn’t better either – corpses plenty, frozen bodies, being thrown around at the mercy of the ice-cold waves. The apocalypse is inevitable.
Men and women, running around the deck in their life jackets, trying to find a ray of hope, a thread of life.
He takes a stand and calmly starts playing his violin. Two trembling fingers struggle with a string to capture the reverberations in the minds of hundreds around him. Soon another violin joins, and then a pair of cellos. They don’t complain of a missing flute or blame the captain for the horrible situation – they know it won’t help.
A futile attempt, maybe, but a set of people try to tame the chaos around them, with whatever they can do in their capacity.
On that darkest night on the RMS Titanic, a band continues to play till the very end.
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