I was suppose to be one of the happiest people, because I was aboard the Titanic, the unsinkable ship, but that all changed the morning of April 15, 1912. Captain Smith was in charge of running our ship, and making sure we get to New York safely. It turns out he had been given repeated ice berg warnings, and he still kept the boat going at full speed, and even when we hit the ice berg, he still didn't care because he was steering the unsinkable ship. It seems as if one moment nobody had a care in the world, and the next everything was chaos. Almost all of the women where deployed on life boats including myself, but my brother was one who was left behind. Our life boats where only filled to half capacity, we had plenty of room left on the life boats, but there was so much disorder that the crew didn't care. If it wasn't for them my brother could possibly still be alive. I will not forgive Captain Smith for such mindless behavior, the situation could of been handled much better, and quite possibly even avoided if he would of listened to the warnings and steered his ship according to conditions. I will never forget the morning of April 15, 1912.