The bulging seawater seeping from the cracks around me, like a heavy chain, is about to pull my heart into the sea of Wang Yang. But I can't. I must be calm. I must use my strength to fight for more lives for the passengers. I am on the Titanic, I am the captain, and we are waiting for rescue.
When the instruments in the cabin showed that our ship had hit the tip of the iceberg by mistake, I knew it was doomed this time, but there were thousands of lives on board in Qian Qian, and I had to give them my last strength-maybe it was insignificant. The rapid footsteps mingled with my heartbeat. I ordered the sailors to open all the escape routes in the ship urgently and get ready as soon as possible.
More and more seawater poured into the cabin, overflowing my ankles, with the biting cold of melting ice. Maybe God can hear my prayer and lift the sunken ship with his kind hands. So, I tried my best to send a distress signal, but in this dark night, early morning prayers are always hard to see. I know this possibility is so slim, but I still have to try, because I can't bear to let passengers suffer such a disaster!
The deck is crowded with people-confused children crying with their mothers; The white-haired couple clenched their hands and still kept the promise of sunrise in the Ming Dynasty. Elegant musicians played the last song in the flustered crowd, as if to calm people's anxious hearts with detached tunes. In the face of thousands of passengers, I secretly vowed in my heart: even if there is little hope, I will try my best to open the skylight of life for them. I appeal to people to calm down and wait on the deck in an orderly manner.
The hull has sunk more than half, and people's fears are in the air. I guided the women and children to board the lifeboat first, and my crew asked me if I needed to leave a place for me on the boat. I shook my head firmly-I will stick to it until the last moment for them.
More and more people got the relief supplies and boarded the rescue boat. The moonlight in the morning is so sad, like a silent song, quietly telling secrets under the night sky. The sea overflowed my shoulders, and the call of death was so clear. Not far ahead, the lights on the ship suddenly appeared, breaking through the darkness and coming towards us! This is a miracle, God was moved, this is a miracle! Perhaps, I said to myself, even the smallest hope will be answered.
The stars in the sky are a miracle flower blooming. My heart is about to sink into the sea, but I thank him for creating a miracle.