nope about immagrating english people going on the titanic, although I dislike shakespere intently...
heres a flavour of what im writing
We are currently staying in a boarding house belonging to a Mrs.Ravenswood, a tall thin stick-like woman with a pucker forever on her face. Mr.Ravenswood died seven years ago leaving her to fend for herself and feed five children. All of her children are at home except for albert, the eldest who is a stoker, and has worked on the finest steamships in the world. He is going to be working on the Titanic, which is the ship we will be travelling on. Father says we will be moving west when we reach america. I wonder what everyone is doing at home? Master Whippton is probably laying into Bates for not learning his latin verbs again. Millerstown I will miss you. We are leaving now because we have nothing left there. Mother died from cholrea two months ago and little Lottie two months ago. Father says he wants a fresh start so we will take this chance and sail to new york.
what fun. and the best part is that this is my second time writing it out in an hour(I deleted the other version!)