Over a hundred years ago, when Rose boarded the Titanic, she called it "the slave ship taking me back to America."
That same day, Molly saw the liner as a lifeboat, "a ship of opportunity that would let me escape the den of evil."
Once the seawater washed over the deck, none of that mattered anymore.
What sank with that ship was not only the lives of more than 1,500 people, but also a spirit known as Anglo-Saxon. There would never again be people like them, smiling as they graciously said goodbye to the women and children, facing the icy waves with such elegance.
The blurb above is provisional.
I have no chapters saved up, and I'm working as hard as I can to write. To keep the plot consistent, please allow me a few days off to build up a backlog.
On October 19, I expect to take one day off. I'm completely stuck and really want to read out the list of the victims to everyone (I've gone mad). If I do update, it'll definitely be very late, so don't wait up. Love you all.
Coming! ! ! My wife is great! !
Wow wow wow, it's so beautiful. It's been my spiritual food for two days. The metaphor of the gates of hell and the River Styx is great.
Jasmine is so cute, forget about Lawrence coming to your sister's place It's so beautiful. Start reading slowly word by word.
You actually updated it←_←
Ahhh, it looks good! ! !
Is this a collision? I thought it would take a few days for another collision.
I wish my wife's inspiration is like a fountain
Wow, did someone fall into the sea?
It looks so good, it feels so classic. I saw that there are only 12 chapters and I finished reading them word for word. Woohoo.
I have a huge bump on my left eyebrow and my eyelid is swollen. My mother said I am a one-eyed dragon orz.