We all know the story and we all know the facts. I have spent 18 years studying every rivet, deck, passenger and crew member on that voyage. Although there was no single fatal error that caused the maiden voyage to end suddenly, there were many small errors that caused the liner to sink and cause mass casualties. We could discuss the wrought iron rivets used or we could discuss Bruce Ismay's desire to only use 20 life boats rather than the 48 life boats that Edward Wilding originally had planned. But we're not going to. It is well known that the sinking of Titanic caused the downward spiral of the White Star Line, the creation of the International Ice Patrol and other organizations and a laundry list or new rules that were implemented.
What would this world have become if this tragic event had not have happened? J.J. Astor would have lived, Bruce Ismay's reputation would be stellar, Benjamin Guggenheim would have lived, the Rubayat wouldn't have been lost, Colonel Butt (President Taft's military advisor) would have survived, etc.
Allow me to set the stage for the POD:
Wireless Operator Jack Phillips was tirelessly tapping away on his Marconi machine sending messages to Cape Race to send messages through to New York. It was a late Sunday, 9:05 PM and wanted nothing more than to close his eyes for the evening. In the middle of his message, he received another message from the Californian, "Dammit to hell!" He thought to himself.
'We are stopped and surrounded by ice.' The Californian relayed. Although tired and annoyed, Phillips wrote down the message. Phillips, almost driven mad by these ice reports wanted to simply tell the other ship to shut up. But He paused for no more than a second and messaged back, "What are your current coordinates?"
Phillips' wireless began to make sounds. "42° 03’ N, 49° 09’ W. Be advised, ice hard to see. Recommend full stop until dawn." Phillips wrote it down vigilantly. He ripped the paper from his pad and walked down the Officer's promenade to the bridge.
Jack Phillips walked into the bridge where Second Officer Lightoller was standing, preparing to be relieved within the hour. "Sir, I have received another report from the Californian. Where is the Captain?"
Second Officer Lightoller took the message and read it. "He just turned in, if the Californian has stopped, the ice must be quite heavy. I am expected to be relieved my Mr. Murdoch soon, please take this to the Captain at once." "Yes, sir!" Phillips replied.
Phillips quickly walked to the door of the of the Captain's quarters. He was about to knock but paused for a moment, then gingerly knocked on the door. To Jack Phillips, it must have felt like hours but it was only a few seconds. "What is the matter Mr. Phillips?"
"Sir, this report just came from the Californian, they are stopping for the evening and are concerned about ice." Phillips handed the Captain the message. Captain Smith read the message, "Thank you Mr. Phillips, go back to your station."
A few minutes later, Captain Smith stepped onto the bridge at 9:20 pm, 25 minutes before First Officer Murdoch would arrive. Mr. Lightoller turn to Captain Smith. "Quite late for you, sir."
Captain Smith still had the note in hand. "Yes it is Mr. Lightoller, I would like you to oder the ship to full stop." Mr. Lightoller looked perplexed, "sir?" Captain Smith gave a reassuring smile, "nothing to worry about, there is heavy ice about and I don't want to muss up the paint." Mr. Lightoller smiled, quite right sir." He looked to Quartermaster Hitchen who was at the ship's wheel, "Mr. Hitchens, all stop!"
"Aye, sir!" Mr. Hitchens replied and he relayed and moved the handle of the ship's telegraph to "STOP." Slowly but surely, the 45 thousand ton vessel would slow and come to a stop.
Mr Ismay was in the first class smoking room, he felt the slight vibration stop. He grew accustomed to the hum and noticed when he could no longer hear it. He knew the ship's engines have come to a stop. Fearing the unimaginable, he stood from his seat and left the room towards the bridge. He had to walk passed the grand starcase and out the door to the first class promenade. He walked down the promenade and up the stairs, straight to the bridge. "Captain, why have we stopped?"
Captain Smith looked to Mr. Ismay's direction. "We have received a large amount of reports on ice. For the safety of the ship and passengers, I have chosen to stop for the evening." Mr. Ismay had the look of anger on his face, "this will cause us to delay, when can we get underway dammit?"
Captain Smith decided to amuse Mr. Ismay and reply to him. "In the morning, when our lookouts can see what is in front of them. They have no glasses, we haven't seen them since Southampton." Mr. Ismay glared "This is unacceptable, E.J. God himself cannot sink this ship."
Captain Smith, having heard that from Mr. Ismay all week, "with all due respect Mr. Ismay. If God can create the world in six days, I am sure he can sink one ocean liner. I will not risk the lives of anyone on this ship including you, sir. Now if you excuse me, I need to speak with my officer's on a new course and heading."
The Titanic would arrive in New York on the 18th, a day behind schedule. Captain Smith and his officer's chose to sail further south and stop nightly. Although it frustrated a few passengers, most did not mind an additional day of luxury. The Titanic would continue to sail for until 1935 when it would be retired and scrapped.
What would this world have become if this tragic event had not have happened? J.J. Astor would have lived, Bruce Ismay's reputation would be stellar, Benjamin Guggenheim would have lived, the Rubayat wouldn't have been lost, Colonel Butt (President Taft's military advisor) would have survived, etc.
Allow me to set the stage for the POD:
Wireless Operator Jack Phillips was tirelessly tapping away on his Marconi machine sending messages to Cape Race to send messages through to New York. It was a late Sunday, 9:05 PM and wanted nothing more than to close his eyes for the evening. In the middle of his message, he received another message from the Californian, "Dammit to hell!" He thought to himself.
'We are stopped and surrounded by ice.' The Californian relayed. Although tired and annoyed, Phillips wrote down the message. Phillips, almost driven mad by these ice reports wanted to simply tell the other ship to shut up. But He paused for no more than a second and messaged back, "What are your current coordinates?"
Phillips' wireless began to make sounds. "42° 03’ N, 49° 09’ W. Be advised, ice hard to see. Recommend full stop until dawn." Phillips wrote it down vigilantly. He ripped the paper from his pad and walked down the Officer's promenade to the bridge.
Jack Phillips walked into the bridge where Second Officer Lightoller was standing, preparing to be relieved within the hour. "Sir, I have received another report from the Californian. Where is the Captain?"
Second Officer Lightoller took the message and read it. "He just turned in, if the Californian has stopped, the ice must be quite heavy. I am expected to be relieved my Mr. Murdoch soon, please take this to the Captain at once." "Yes, sir!" Phillips replied.
Phillips quickly walked to the door of the of the Captain's quarters. He was about to knock but paused for a moment, then gingerly knocked on the door. To Jack Phillips, it must have felt like hours but it was only a few seconds. "What is the matter Mr. Phillips?"
"Sir, this report just came from the Californian, they are stopping for the evening and are concerned about ice." Phillips handed the Captain the message. Captain Smith read the message, "Thank you Mr. Phillips, go back to your station."
A few minutes later, Captain Smith stepped onto the bridge at 9:20 pm, 25 minutes before First Officer Murdoch would arrive. Mr. Lightoller turn to Captain Smith. "Quite late for you, sir."
Captain Smith still had the note in hand. "Yes it is Mr. Lightoller, I would like you to oder the ship to full stop." Mr. Lightoller looked perplexed, "sir?" Captain Smith gave a reassuring smile, "nothing to worry about, there is heavy ice about and I don't want to muss up the paint." Mr. Lightoller smiled, quite right sir." He looked to Quartermaster Hitchen who was at the ship's wheel, "Mr. Hitchens, all stop!"
"Aye, sir!" Mr. Hitchens replied and he relayed and moved the handle of the ship's telegraph to "STOP." Slowly but surely, the 45 thousand ton vessel would slow and come to a stop.
Mr Ismay was in the first class smoking room, he felt the slight vibration stop. He grew accustomed to the hum and noticed when he could no longer hear it. He knew the ship's engines have come to a stop. Fearing the unimaginable, he stood from his seat and left the room towards the bridge. He had to walk passed the grand starcase and out the door to the first class promenade. He walked down the promenade and up the stairs, straight to the bridge. "Captain, why have we stopped?"
Captain Smith looked to Mr. Ismay's direction. "We have received a large amount of reports on ice. For the safety of the ship and passengers, I have chosen to stop for the evening." Mr. Ismay had the look of anger on his face, "this will cause us to delay, when can we get underway dammit?"
Captain Smith decided to amuse Mr. Ismay and reply to him. "In the morning, when our lookouts can see what is in front of them. They have no glasses, we haven't seen them since Southampton." Mr. Ismay glared "This is unacceptable, E.J. God himself cannot sink this ship."
Captain Smith, having heard that from Mr. Ismay all week, "with all due respect Mr. Ismay. If God can create the world in six days, I am sure he can sink one ocean liner. I will not risk the lives of anyone on this ship including you, sir. Now if you excuse me, I need to speak with my officer's on a new course and heading."
The Titanic would arrive in New York on the 18th, a day behind schedule. Captain Smith and his officer's chose to sail further south and stop nightly. Although it frustrated a few passengers, most did not mind an additional day of luxury. The Titanic would continue to sail for until 1935 when it would be retired and scrapped.