*Will*

It's still somewhat dark when I awaken, but my knowledge of the events that will unfold tonight won't allow me to sleep any longer. It's April 14, and if Millie's predictions are correct, the ship will hit the iceberg tonight.

I know Millie needs all the sleep she can get to be alert this evening, so I slowly slide out of the bed, ensuring she's not disturbed. I get dressed quietly, and she doesn't even flinch as I make my way across the room in the faint glow of ...