Date: Thursday, The Eleventh day of April 1912
Place: Titanic – Second Class
Time: 14:07

After dinner, I headed out to the deck to see if Marjorie or Marshall were out playing again.

They weren't.

I walk to the front of the ship and looked out at the sea. All I saw was water. No land at all. I did see a few dolphins swimming around. I watched them for a while. It seemed like they were following us. I can see how fast they were going and was surprised at how they can keep up with the ship. We must be going, oh… I would say about 14 knots. I wasn’t sure. I don’t know anything about speed. I wonder how fast dolphins can swim.

As the dolphins jumped, I notice they were in groups. Usually, three to six to even fifteen in a group jumping and having a great time. There was sometimes one dolphin jumping on its own, but usually would find its way to the others and happily jumping with them.

I really like dolphins and often wonder how anyone would want to kill them for food.

I marvel at the way they jump. When they do they must take deep breaths of air, before going back into the water.

As the ship was moving, I could see the water spraying in large waves. It made the enjoyment of the dolphins more exceptional. They always stayed ahead of the ship.

Eventually, like all entertainment, it ends and I watch the dolphins move away from the ship. I waved goodbye to them. I kind of wished they were still here.

The ship was picking up speed. I can feel the wind in my hair. I put my arms out to feel the breeze. I felt like I was flying.

“This is the greatest thing ever!” I scream.

A strong gust of wind pushed me forward a little and I had to instantaneously hold onto the railing. I almost fell overboard.

“Watch out kid,” a passenger yelled. “Don’t get too close to the edge. You might fall.”

I turn around and see a man looking towards me.

“Hi!” he says walking up to me. “What’s your name?”

“My Momma told me not to talk to strangers,” I murmur.

“You have a very smart mother,” he chuckled.

I start walking away and head back to my cabin. I look back but don’t see the man. He just vanished. I continue walking towards the cabin, not knowing that the man was following me.

Once I got back into the cabin and see mom knitting. Most likely a sweater for me or Anneliese. Talking about Anneliese, she was taking a nap. I like taking naps too, but I’m not tired. I see Papa was still asleep and didn’t want to bother him. I look over at Momma.

“Momma, none of the kids are out playing and I’m bored,” I whine.

“Why don’t you read a book,” Momma pointed out.

“I book?” I laugh. “Where can I find a book on this ship?”

“There are lots of them in the library,” mom pointed out.

“Wait, there's a library,” I questioned.

“Yes,” Momma chuckled, “It’s located on C deck near the rear of the ship, also known as the poop deck.”

“Okay,” I stutterer. I look down at the floor.

“If you get lost, you can always ask someone.”

Confused, I look up at Momma. But with her smile, I can tell she knew what she was talking about. Still, in my little head of mine, I always thought I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. I guess she knows I will do the right thing.

As I walked out of my cabin, I saw a shadowy figure pass by really fast. I didn’t know what it was. I shrug and I continued on my way to C deck. The hall was long enough, so I figured if I kept walking I would make it to the end of the ship and walk up two levels to C deck.

As I walked, I notice the detail the ship had. The carpet had red squares with what looked like crosses inside of them. The wood frames on the walls and ceiling were almost like the builders of the ship chiseled it. I had a feeling people will be enjoying this style of work for years to come and be amazed as much as I am.

It took a little over five minutes to walk the ship with me gazing at everything, but eventually, I made it to some stairs. As I walk up a really nice-looking staircase, I almost bump into an elderly fella. He was taking his time walking down the stairs. He gave me a smile and continued walking down. Once I made it to C Deck, right in front of me was the library at the top of the stairs. I took a breather and headed in.

I was amazed to see how many books they had and the room looked really beautiful.

I walk over to some books on the wall.

There weren't that many people in the room at the time. More likely they were either settling in or something.

I notice a few books that caught my eye. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The last of the Mohicans, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, David Copperfield. There were so many interesting books in this library. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to read. Then I saw it.

Moby Dick.

It had a picture of a whale on the cover. This was perfect since I am at sea on a ship.
I open the book,

‘Call me Ishmael’ I read. “Ishmael? Who would name their child that name?”

‘Some years ago – never mind how long precisely…’

The book is fantastic. I laughed a few times. I was about to read another chapter, when I realized that man from earlier sitting in the room nearby, gazing at me.

“Hello,” he said to me.

“Hi,” I say back.

“My name is Peter Good Man…” He cleared his throat. “Goodman.” “What’s yours? I know I asked you that before, but I figured I wouldn’t be a stranger if I told you my name.”

“My names Josephine,” I answer back.

“Hi, Josephine, that’s a very pretty name,” Peter smiled.

“Thank You,” I picked it out myself,” I giggle.

“Huh?” Peter looked at me strangely.

Oops, I almost gave away my secret. “I mean, my Momma chose my name,” I sigh.

“That’s what mothers do best,” Peter laughed. “Anyways, I can tell you are bored. Want to go out on the deck and play a few games of Quoits or Shuffleboard with me?”

“I’m not bored,” I explained. “I’m reading a book.”

“Moby Dick,” Peter was reading the cover of the book. “Oh, about a whale?”

“Yeah it’s getting really interesting,” I said happily.”

“What’s so interesting about a book,” he snarled.

“Lot’s of things. You see Captain Ahab is really into this white whale and…”

“You can read that anytime,” Peter interrupted. “You’re only on this ship for a few days. Come on and enjoy it while you can.”

“But…” I look at the book and then back at him. “Okay,” I sigh. I put the book back and head out of the library with Peter.

“You won’t regret it,’ Peter chuckled. “You’ll like the games I’m going to play with you.”

As we walked, he took my hand. Everyone that saw us, must have thought I was his daughter. I blushed a little.

Peter brought me to Promenade Deck where we used a long stick with a curved end to push a disk to a painted triangle with a number inside of it. He said it was called Shuffleboard. There were the numbers seven, eight, and ten inside the triangles. Also, there was a negative ten, where if we hit that, we would subtract ten from the points we made. We had to shoot the disk across the deck to the other sides' triangle.

I definitely wasn’t good at scooting along. I always make it halfway across the board and don’t make it to any of the numbers. Peter was extremely good and playing, and made it every time. 
 At the end of the first game, it was thirty-three to zero. I was the zero. 
 
 I stopped playing after three rounds and sat down on the bench. Peter sat next to me. Putting his arm around my shoulder. I felt a bit uncomfortable by his action and scooted over on the bench.
 
 “Josephine,” he said scooting closer to me. “You don’t have to be shy. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He got off the bench and knelt down so we were eye-to-eye. I didn’t notice it, but he put his hand on my lap while we talked. “I got to get something in my room. Why don’t you come along, it won’t take long and then we can play a different game.” 
 
 I agreed and followed him.

As we walked, I notice a tattoo on his left shoulder. “Do you like doughnuts?” I ask.

“Of course I do,” Peter laughed “Why do you ask that?”

I kept looking at his shoulder. “Your tattoo.”

“Oh that old thing,” he chuckled a bit.
 
 We reached his cabin in very little time. “E-36,” I read “Wow, your room is so close to mine.” 

“I know,” he said. 

“Wait, how do you know where I am staying?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything, he just opened his door and invited me in. I didn’t think of anything after that. I was interested in what his room looked like compared to mine. 
 
 Inside, I noticed it looked pretty similar. But this had only one bed and… ladies' clothes?
 
 “Wait,” I said looking around. “Why are there so many girls' clothes in here?”
 
 “That’s... just my… um, wife's clothes,” he stuttered. Why don’t you go sit on the bed, while I look for the item I came here for.”
 
 I walked over to the bed. I was happy to wait for him. I looked at the bed and noticing that it was way too small for two people. I looked back towards him and saw he was standing very close to me. I was in shock.

 He pushed me down on the bed.

“You better not tell anyone!”

“Tell who?” I cried. “Is this your room?”

I started to scream,
 
 Just then the door opened up and a woman came in. Peter was staring at the woman standing at the door.
 
 “Who are you and why are you in my room?” She screamed. 
 
 Peter in fear ran out of the room pushing the woman aside. I was still on the bed and crying my head off.

Date: Thursday, The Eleventh day of April 1912
 Place: Titanic – Cabin E-36
 Time: 16:38

Police were there in no time. Especially when a child was involved. Momma and Papa were notified immediately and they rushed over lickity split. Well, they didn’t have far to get to me. Anneliese was with them. 

I was still on the bed with a doctor checking me out. 

“Hi, Josephine, I’m Officer Murdock. Can you try to tell me exactly what he did to you?” a man said walking over to me. 

“I thought he was a nice guy. We played shuffleboard,” I was sobbing while explaining. I was so scared that I tried my best. “and when we got to his room… I mean her room.” I pointed at the woman who was also watching me.

“Continue,” the man said.

 “He told me to sit on the bed. He said he was looking for an item of some kind and then go out to play a new game.” I started crying even harder. “Then out of nowhere, he pushed me on the bed and yelled at me.”

“That’s when I came into the room,” the woman said. “I saw man in my room He looked angry.”

“What did this man look like?” Murdock asked.

“He had a mustache as far as I could see,” the woman answered.

“He also has a tattoo a doughnut on his left shoulder.”

“This guy is not a guy you should hang around with,” Murdock grumbled.

A few men in uniforms walked into the room.

“Lowe, great timing.” Murdock said, “You and Pitman walk around the decks and look for a suspicious-looking man with a mustache and a tattoo on his left shoulder of a doughnut “Don’t try to apprehend him on your own. Moody and Boxhall, you walk the hallways and common areas.”

All four men went right to action.

“You’ll be alright,” the doctor said. “But I recommend you staying near your family or with a group of people until he is found.”

“And I’ll let you know when he is,” Murdock promised. “As for you. Miss Mabel, I would keep your door locked from now on.”

“Oh, absolutely.” the woman of the room said.