Accident or Destiny?
As I faced round again towards the bows, someone dashed past me and made for the bridge. It was the second officer. But I had no thought now for anything save the sight before me--a sight which I can only describe as one of stupendous and appalling grandeur. The berg had already drifted into the fringe of light which surrounded the ship. Its jagged crags, its smooth, glass-like slopes, its dark caverns, and the great towering spur that shot up into the blackness of the night, were all distinctly visible. And towards it, like some blinded creature rushing to its doom, the huge liner was tearing at full speed.
I heard a shout from the second officer, who was now on the bridge. I heard the engine-room signal click; but it was too late to avert the disaster. A minute or two of breathless, thrilling expectancy, and then, with a horrible, grinding crash, the Dominion struck.