I have. Through the eyes of my better half, Will Murdoch...we stood briefly by ourselves on the starboard bridge wing, looking forward out over the forecastle deck. There was no Jack Dawson nor Fabrizio forward on the prow. I could feel his sense of optimism, as we stood there, with his hands resting on the rail.

Titanic had just left the Irish coastline behind, and was heading out to the open sea. The sun was starting to set in the western sky, and the ship's super structure was starting to take on a pinkish hue. Out of the corner of his right eye, I could see the starboard bridge wing house; and out of the corner of his left eye, I could see the starboard bridge wall. Below us, we could see the foreward well deck with its two crains and hatches.

All in all, it was an amazing feeling to say the least. This dream we shared, was a the start of a series of dreams we had. It is as if my beloved Will, out of his deep love for me, was telling me his story his way.

MA