"Good evening! Third Officer Morrow here. I am sorry, but this is the officers' promenade. No passengers allowed. You're the second passenger tonight who's been here. A young woman tried to enter the wireless room earlier. Such cheek! Probably a suffragette! Regulations forbid passengers from entering the wireless room. Now, goodnight."
Third Officer Morrow: "No moon. I don't like that. Can't see what's coming. No moon means surprises. As if we don't have enough already. Mister Ismay, the White Star Line president's onboard. We're walking eggshells 'round him, I tell you! Though that's nothing compared to creeping about my brother-in-law's doing at the moment! His entire London office is in an uproar!"
Frank Carlson: "Could you elaborate?"
Third Officer Morrow: "Tom works in the Admiralty. Seems our plans for troop deployments against Germany disappeared three weeks ago. Tom says the big boys're petrified the Jerries'll get wind of it! Could upset the balance of power. Politics! Desk-top espionage! Bureaucrats! Pah! Give me the sea — you can toss the rest."
Third Officer Morrow: "Never have. Not since the War."
Frank Carlson: "What war was that?"
Third Officer Morrow: "South Africa. Boer War. The officer was a drinker. He was drunk when they trapped us out on the veldt. On a moonless night. It was a massacre. We never saw them coming. Drink always leads to the devil."
Frank Carlson: "No wonder moonless nights make you jumpy."
Third Officer Morrow: "An interesting connection. For all I know it could be true. A man's got his troubles. Sick child. Being away from home. But I hate whiners. And apologizers. But thank you for your insight."
Third Officer Morrow: "Riviera? The Frenchman? You're joking. Man should be pitched overboard! The crew's scared to death of him — say he can predict the future. An asset if you're a professional gambler! And Riviera's one of the best! Worked the North Atlantic run for years. Cardsharps usually use an alias. But not him! He's got the devil's luck!"
Third Officer Morrow: "Ah, my binoculars! Thank you. Borrowed them from Fleet earlier tonight. He's up in the crow's nest; hope he has another pair with him. Guess I left them somewhere. Thanks again!"
Andrew Conkling: "The boats are full! There's no more room! No more! When these boats go, that's it! We're trapped! We'll drown! I'm getting on, you understand! They'll throw out somebody else! I've got money — I'll give them thousands. I've got to get on a boat!"
Third Officer Morrow: "Stand away from the boats! It's women and children! Women and children only! I'll shoot! Come closer and I'll— *shoots Conkling* Women and children first!"
"Welcome to the Bridge. From this room, I have absolute control over the ship. These are the controls for the watertight doors. They connect the boiler and engine rooms below; should any water enter, I can lower them instantly. They're controlled by an electric magnet. We can stay afloat indefinitely with this system — not that we'll ever need to. We're making quite good time. Our location... let's see... let's see, not far from Newfoundland. The wireless operators are in touch with Cape Race, I believe. The wireless room is just astern of the Bridge, should you wish to visit."