She needs to stop staring. If she gets caught again, it’s not going to be good for anything. Head spinning, James quickly moves to stand only to hit the back of her head on the hood of the Mercedes she was working on. “Fuck!”
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She needs to stop staring. If she gets caught again, it’s not going to be good for anything. Head spinning, James quickly moves to stand only to hit the back of her head on the hood of the Mercedes she was working on. “Fuck!”
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RMS TITANIC OFFICERS AS QUOTES FROM THE BLOCKBUSTER HIT GROWN UPS
“ Now if I had not had my ever alert suspicions [calmed] both by the gentle tones of her voice and innocent remarks, and the day being a calm sunny one I should have questioned her how they could proceed when men were so scarce. But we skimmed gently along and presently she pointed out a smart four masted schooner named the “George H Waback”, on approach which she stood up in her stern and waved a white handkerchief to the villainous looking rascal whom I took to be the mate. When we got alongside the accommodation latter and the surly ruffian had helped her up she called to me in a most bewitching way “Oh, Mr Fletters you must just come up and have a glass of wine and a morsel to eat as I’m sure you have missed your dinner time, besides I want Dad to pay you & thank you for rowing his “little treasure” safely back to him.” No as I said before if there hadn’t been a beguiling little woman in the case and a clear fine sun shining pleasantly overhead as if there was no evil or underhand work going on in such a beautiful world I should have had my nerves sensing danger before now, especially when the “Dad” dropped from the same pretty lips which had just distinctly said he was not aboard. But with hardly any hesitation I made the boat’s painter fast and ran up the ladder to the deck. “
- a story by james paul moody
One of the junior officers was posted at the head of the companionway leading up from the third class quarters to prevent the steerage passengers from swarming up onto the higher decks. Presently seeing the boat to which he had been assigned was about to be lowered, he said: 'There goes my boat! But I can't be in two places at the same time, and I have to keep this crowd back.'
-Geoffrey Marcus, chapter ten of The Maiden Voyage. In his footnotes, Marcus mentions that the officer in question was "probably" James Moody. He attributes the information to Lawrence Beesley, pages 66-67 of the 1929 edition.
Son of Mr. J. Moody We understand that Mr. J. P. Moody, one of the officers concerning whom no news has been received, is a son of Mr. J. Moody, solicitor, once in practice in Scarborough, and for some years a member of the Scarborough Town Council. The address at Grimsby is that of Mr. Moody's uncle, with whom he lived. An uncle of Mr. Moody also resides on the South Cliff at Scarborough, and seen on Wednesday afternoon by one of our representatives, Mr. Moody said that the young officer was on board the Oceanic, and he had not heard that he had been transferred to the Titanic. He thought his nephew would have let him know of any change of ship, unless the change was made at the lost moment, so to speak. Mr. James Paul Moody, the young officer in question, is well known in Scarborough, and he spent part of his holidays with his uncle and part with the latter's sister at Grimsby. He was a tall, clean-shaven, smart-looking young man, and if his life has been lost great sympathy will be felt for his relatives. the uncle, when seen by our representative, said he had looked at the list of passengers and crew to see if there was anyone he knew, and although he saw the name of James Pellody he did not connect it with anyone in Scarborough, least of all his nephew. ''I hope it is not true,'' he said, and our representative could only echo the wish.