"It's beautiful, Andrew!" exclaimed the woman; and it was. They were standing on the deck of a ship. Andrew Hausse, a rich German Jew who owned several shoe factories, and his wife, Marie, an American. They were on vacation, attempting to get away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Suddenly, the deck rumbled beneath their feet, and they were tossed to the ground. Soon after picking themselves up, the engines had stopped, and passengers began to crowd onto the deck. "There's nothing to worry about, Ladies and Gentlemen, just a boiler problem! We will be underway momentarily," said the crewman.
An hour later, it was obvious he was wrong. The boats were being launched, most only partially filled. Then came the water, terrifying all that were left ont he boat, many still locked in the third-class sections. "Swim, I must swim," Marie told herself, "Find Andrew, and keep swimming." By now, the ship was almost vertical, and her boat had been capsized. Most of the men