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There
was
a
kind
of
haze
in
front
of
the
ship
the
colour
of
the
sea
,
but
nothing
could
be
distinguished
from
the
bridge
.
Mr.
Murdoch
's
hand
was
on
the
telegraph
immediately
,
and
his
voice
rapped
out
the
order
to
the
quartermaster
to
starboard
the
helm
.
The
wheel
spun
round
,
the
answering
click
came
up
from
the
startled
engine-room
;
but
before
anything
else
could
happen
there
was
a
slight
shock
,
and
a
splintering
sound
from
the
bows
of
the
ship
as
she
crashed
into
yielding
ice
.
That
was
followed
by
a
rubbing
,
jarring
,
grinding
sensation
along
her
starboard
bilge
,
and
a
peak
of
dark-coloured
ice
glided
past
close
alongside
.
As
the
engines
stopped
in
obedience
to
the
telegraph
Mr.
Murdoch
turned
the
switches
that
closed
the
water-tight
doors
.
Captain
Smith
came
running
out
of
the
chart
room
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
We
have
struck
ice
,
Sir
.
"
"
Close
the
water-tight
doors
.
"
"
It
is
already
done
,
Sir
.
"
Then
the
Captain
took
command
.
He
at
once
sent
a
message
to
the
carpenter
to
sound
the
ship
and
come
and
report
;
the
quartermaster
went
away
with
the
message
,
and
set
the
carpenter
to
work
.
Captain
Smith
now
gave
a
glance
at
the
commutator
,
a
dial
which
shows
to
what
extent
the
ship
is
off
the
perpendicular
,
and
noticed
that
she
carried
a
5
deg
.
list
to
starboard
.
Coolly
following
a
routine
as
exact
as
that
which
he
would
have
observed
had
he
been
conning
the
ship
into
dock
,
he
gave
a
number
of
orders
in
rapid
succession
,
after
first
consulting
with
the
Chief
Engineer
.
Then
,
having
given
instructions
that
the
whole
of
the
available
engine-power
was
to
be
turned
to
pumping
the
ship
,
he
hurried
aft
along
the
boat-deck
to
the
Marconi
room
.
Phillips
was
sitting
at
his
key
,
toiling
through
routine
business
;
Bride
,
who
had
just
got
up
to
relieve
him
,
was
sleepily
making
preparations
to
take
his
place
.
The
Captain
put
his
head
in
at
the
door
.
"
We
have
struck
an
iceberg
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
am
having
an
inspection
made
to
tell
what
it
has
done
for
us
.
Better
get
ready
to
send
out
a
call
for
assistance
,
but
do
n't
send
it
until
I
tell
you
.
"
He
hurried
away
again
;
in
a
few
minutes
he
put
his
head
in
at
the
door
again
;
"
Send
that
call
for
assistance
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
call
shall
I
send
?
"
asked
Phillips
.
"
The
regulation
international
call
for
help
,
just
that
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
and
was
gone
again
.
But
in
five
minutes
he
came
back
into
the
wireless
room
,
this
time
apparently
not
in
such
a
hurry
.
"
What
call
are
you
sending
?
"
he
asked
;
and
when
Phillips
told
him
"
C.Q.D.
,
"
the
highly
technical
and
efficient
Bride
suggested
,
laughingly
,
that
he
should
send
"
S.O.S.
,
"
the
new
international
call
for
assistance
which
has
superseded
the
C.Q.D.
"
It
is
the
new
call
,
"
said
Bride
,
"
and
it
may
be
your
last
chance
to
send
it
!
"
And
they
all
three
laughed
,
and
then
for
a
moment
chatted
about
what
had
happened
,
while
Phillips
tapped
out
the
three
longs
,
three
shorts
,
and
three
longs
which
instantaneously
sent
a
message
of
appeal
flashing
out
far
and
wide
into
the
dark
night
The
Captain
,
who
did
not
seem
seriously
worried
or
concerned
,
told
them
that
the
ship
had
been
struck
amidships
or
a
little
aft
of
that
.
Whatever
may
have
been
happening
down
below
,
everything
up
here
was
quiet
and
matter-of-fact
.
It
was
a
disaster
,
of
course
,
but
everything
was
working
well
,
everything
had
been
done
;
the
electric
switches
for
operating
the
bulkhead
doors
had
been
used
promptly
,
and
had
worked
beautifully
;
the
powerful
wireless
plant
was
talking
to
the
ocean
,
and
in
a
few
hours
there
would
be
some
other
ship
alongside
of
them
.
It
was
rough
luck
,
to
be
sure
;
they
had
not
thought
they
would
so
soon
have
a
chance
of
proving
that
the
Titanic
was
unsinkable
.
