Henry was afraid. At first, he had tried to hide it. He hadn't wanted the others to panic. He had explained everything to them calmly. They had listened quietly. After he had finished, there was silence for several seconds. Then a thirty-year-old stewardess, Nelly, asked: "Okay, but why can you be that sure? Who has told you about it?" "Well", Henry said slowly. "My friend Julie was in the captain's office. She heard him and the officiers talk about everything, and they said they'd warn the passengers. We wanted to help. You know, Julie thinks maybe the first class passengers won't believe it. Titanic is said to be the safest ship ever built - and maybe she is . But she's not unsinkable!" The crowd became louder. People were whispering to their neighbours. "And by the way", Henry went on loudly, "we think that it will take quite a long time to convince the first class passengers to get into the lifeboats. Time we don't have. Meanwhile, many second and third class passengers and crew members could be saved." Many of the crew members Henry had waken up nodded. One man in the backrow even said: "He's right!" Henry heard him and went on: "We will wait for Julie who is looking for Mr Andrews to ask him what to do. She'll be back in several minutes." He said down on a hard chair in the corner of the dining room and sighed. They couldn't loose any more time.
Five minutes later, Julie arrived in the hall. She seemed to be very exhausted. "I couldn't find Mr Andrews", she said in a low voice, looking as though she was about to cry. "I met Mr Lightoller on the bridge, and he said I should wake up the crew and tell them to wake up the passengers and to send them to the A-deck. 'Women and children first', was what he said." Henry took a deep breath. He stood up and told the others to be quiet. "Julie met Mr Lightoller. He said we all should wake up the passengers and tell them to wake up the passengers. Come on, everyone goes to the corridor he or she is responsible for." The crowd dissolved. Some of them went right down to the decks with the third class cabins, some to the second class passengers and others to the suites of the first class passengers. Julie and Henry wondered what to do whe they saw Charlie arrive at the door, quickly breathing and holding a hand to his heart. He seemed to have just run two miles without breaks. "I told 'em what's goin' to happen and they went crazy", he gasped. "I think they all ran up to the decks. Ouch!" He pressed his hand to his heart. "Damn, I'm too old for this job." The cook tried to smile. "But what does it matter? We'll die anyway." "Don't say things like that", Julie said. She had seen Henry's face become white at Charlie's words. "Of course you will live. Now, come on, we will look for the cooks and the waiters, okay?"
It came out that the men and women from the kitchen hadn't reached the decks. They had changed their choice midway. Some of them had still wanted to get a seat in the lifeboats, but as they were at the wrong side of the ship, they couldn't get one. "Mr Murdoch on the starboard side lets men into the boats", was the rumour Julie, Henry and Charlie heard as they went on deck. Henry was shaking as he went out of the warm dining room. His face went even whiter as he looked down the hull. The deck was about twenty metres above the water level. He looked into the others' eyes. Julie had a determined expression on her face. Charlie looked just very exhausted and tired. As though he had already given up... "Don't say things like that", Julie had said. "Of course you will live." A cold breeze touched his arms. Did Julie really believe her own words? He looked into her eyes once more and knew she did. They went down the ship, right to the bow which lay a little higher in the water than the rest of the ship. What would happen if it raised more and more? Henry was sure Julie knew that, but he didn't want to ask. He was afraid of the answer.
That was a really new experience for him: the pure fear, running through his venes, paralyzing his thoughts. He had always been the "cool guy". He never cried. Not even as a small child. It was as though his eyes wouldn't be able to produce tears. Even when his parents - he didn't remember them - died, he didn't cry although he was so sad he thought it wouldn't be worth living anymore for a few weeks after their death.
When his uncle told him his friend William was going to be first officier aboard this liner, he had thought it would be his big chance to escape the boring town Southampton. He would go to New York, to America, the continent that was called the "New World" where a good worker could get rich as fast as you blinked.
A woman with a baby in her arms ran past him. Tears flew down her cheeks and she pressed her child to her heart. Her lips moved quickly. She seemed to whisper something - maybe a prayer. Henry had never believed there was a god, but Julie did. She thanked God for what he did to her every evening, and she pleased him to save her family, especially her dead father.
They had reached the bow. Only a few passengers stood there. Julie went to a steward and asked him where the others were. "They went in again", he answered. "Think they found it too cold here." Then he went down the deck, to the lifeboats.

Yesterday I sat down at my desk and typed and typed and couldn't stop... I wrote all this in less than an hour. I hope someone finds it interesting.