Free Titanic Twelve Tales - A Short Story Anthology RMS Titanic by Lynda Dunwell

be liberated one day. Hope has kept us going. Yes friends, I do believe this is our resurrection day!”
    Wild cheers ring out.
    “How do we get out?” young Seamus asks.
    “With a faithful heart and belief we shall find peace in the next world,” Harry replies. “When the metal creature returns, we shall in turn attach ourselves to the tail and use it as our guide to the ocean surface. There we shall board the rescue ship.”
    “But how can we be sure they have come for us?” a man demands.
    “Because we always knew they would,” Harry answers. “When the world’s biggest liner goes to the bottom of the ocean on her maiden voyage, man is curious. So much so, he will not rest until he has found out everything he possibly can about why the ‘unsinkable’ ship sank.”
    “Will it be cold outside?” Liam asks. Several people around him laugh. Liam hangs his head hiding his face from those who are mocking him.
    “I don’t know lad,” Harry says with a shrug. “I wish I could answer all of your questions, but I don’t know.”
    Mrs. O’Brien steps forward. “Harry, I believe you have a good heart and you are an honest man. I trust you and my children trust you. If you follow the tail of this creature believing it will guide us to the surface, then I am more than willing to go with you. My boys can decide for themselves.”
    There was no stew the next day for the Third-class souls trapped in Titanic, they were too occupied following Harry. One after another he led them to the surface of the Atlantic Ocean where a small ship waited. Silently, they slipped aboard, unknown, unseen by the crew and scientific team who had discovered the famous ship-wreck.
    At last, the Third-class souls were free to make their long-awaited journey to the next world.

Graveyard Gang
    Fairview Lawn cemetery, Halifax, Canada
    “Where are all these people coming from?” Joe asked. “Things used to be peaceful around here, just the odd visitor or two, now there are bloody hundreds of them.”
    “Search me,” Buddy shrugged as he sat down on a bench and watched the tourists climb the hill towards the Titanic graves. He took out his lunch and began gnawing on a ham baton, then he remembered the coleslaw. He prised open the lid and scooped out a mouthful with the plastic spoon the deli-take out had provided.
    “Care to ask a few of them why they come?” Joe asked.
    “Nope,” Buddy said, a stray piece of cabbage hanging from the corner of his mouth. He licked it back inside.
    “Go on, I’d like to know why they’ve suddenly started coming up here in their droves.”
    “My mother, God rest her soul, you know she’s over there under the sweet chestnut tree. She used to say if you want to know something then ask .” Buddy continued to munch on his ham baton.
    “I can’t, you know I can’t, but you can. Go on, do it for me, eh?”
    “I’m eating my lunch.”
    “But you’ll be finished soon and there’s a couple of young girls over there. You could ask them. They seem to be looking for someone in particular. Go on, help them out. It’s your job, isn’t it?”
    “Nope, I’m only a gardener around here, part of the graveyard gang. There’s professional guides employed to show folks around. I just cut the grass.”
    “But wouldn’t you like a bit more responsibility? After all, there’s nobody hereabouts knows more about the disaster than you, is there?”
    Buddy glanced at the empty place next to him on the bench. “Now that’s bullshit, nice flattering bullshit, but bullshit just the same.”
    “Okay, old man, so you can see through me, but you can’t blame me for being curious.”
    “Look Joe, I know you’ve got a vested interest in the Titanic, perhaps you haven’t realised how her story has spread. Look, why not go down the town and take a look in the museum? They’ve got loads of new displays and some of the real artefacts.”
    “I’ve been and I don’t like what I see. The place gives me a weird