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As captain, I know that this is my fault. All I hear is the screams of those still on the boat. The screams come from those in fear but also from those who are in desperation to stay alive. I know that not everyone will survive. In fact, I know that less than half will even make it to a life boat. I look out on to the main deck and see women and children of the third class and know that they are the last choice for a life boat, if there is even any room or any left. I should have slowed down after the first ice burg but I had a reputation to uphold, and I had pressure on my shoulders from those who just wanted to make headlines of the newspaper. I should have done what was right instead of letting fame and glory overcome the safety of the ship and those who were aboard. I want to ask for forgiveness from someone on the boat before the boat goes down, but I know that I have no right to ask for forgiveness when I cannot even forgive myself. I deserve no forgiveness and do not expect any.