ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ'ˢ ᵉˣᶦᶫᵉ

in hushed whispers && with a stricken look camping the skin over gaunt bones - he was the most deserving of pity, && yet received none. JOSEPH BRUCE ISMAY, chairman of the white star line. by lizzie. under co.

[whiitestarred-blog]

Starter call.

[whiitestarred-blog]

The moment I log into my dash &&. see @dravghtsman Bruce just scowls. 

[whiitestarred-blog]

⊰ ⚜ RE. THOMAS ANDREWS. 

❛         mister ismay, you and i both know that the guidelines are  outdated. we cannot simply run around building ships which outstrip all others where  size and capacity  are concerned and expect forty rafts to suffice in the event of catastrophe.         ❜   

 ❝ Catastrophe? ❞

A thick brow will raise in contempt. He had been promised that ships four hundred &&. four hundred and one will be designed for practical indestructibility, any &&. all perils accounted for, yet here stands a roadblock. 

 ❝ Care to elaborate? ❞    

[whiitestarred-blog]

@dravghtsman. 

“ May I suggest that you remind yourself who’s in charge here, Thomas? The design team have told me that they’ve already had to pull your arm to reduce the amount of boats to something you’d agree on. ”

[whiitestarred-blog]

ANDREWS

sorry but i don’t have enough money to pay the museum for damaging u.

Come over here &&. say that to my face.

[whiitestarred-blog]

Come here &&. fight me, old man.

[whiitestarred-blog]

written by elizabeth.