by Selene (scooby_doo1986 at hotmail.com)
The good thing is, Titanic
Fifth Officer Harold Lowe of the ship RMS Titanic
yawned as he was trying to keep his eyes open. His mind must have
hated him to be on watch after midnight at 4am. He felt so sleepy
that he could not wait for his four-hours shift to be up. He looked
into the bridge. The Second Officer, Lightoller, was working in the
Chart Room. Lowe walked up to the railing of the bridge and looked
into the chart room again. Good, Lightoller couldnít see him from
his position in the chart room when Lowe was standing near the
railing. Lowe looked around, put his arms on the railing and let his
right hand support his head. Just for one minute, then back to work
before Lightoller notices. Lowe told himself as he closed his eyes
and fell asleep.
Sherlock Holmes tossed his Inverness, his deerstalker hat on
the floor and sat down on his bed with a smile of satisfaction. The
case that he had three days ago was hard. But he solved it an hour
ago. He flipped over on the bedspread, completely comfortable in
spite of the fact that he was still fully dressed and wearing his
shoes. A moment later he was sound asleep.
On to Part 2!
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