Suddenly the ship lurched. It was like we were riding on the shoulders of a great beast, roused from his slumber in the depths. I knew the others felt it too. I locked eyes with Wallace. He stared right back at me. There was no hint of fear in his eyes as he looked right through me and continued to play.

What was happening? We just kept playing.

After doing this for so many years, my hands continued to play without my permission.

Another shudder.

Were those voices? What was going on?

I could hear what sounded like panic beneath me.

As my fingers danced without consent across the ivory keys of the piano, my heart also took its liberty and began beating at an alarming rate.

The air was icy and crisp and the small clouds of white vapor began more rapidly escaping my lips. My breath being quickly painted on the backdrop of the night sky.

I looked at Jock, his eyes were closed and his violin was singing.

Why was I still playing? Why were we still playing?

People are pouring out onto to the deck. Screaming.

Somehow the notes of the music echoed sweetly through the night sky. The gentle melody cut its way through the terror and bawling.

They were readying the life boats. The crew were doing their best, but there was no hiding the fear.

Like us, I noticed their bodies moving in spite of the remonstrances of their thoughts.

I locked gazes with a young deckhand. He was no more than eighteen.

In that moment we both knew.

They said this ship would never sink.

But it would, and we would sink with it.

This score would accompany this tragedy. It would forever live on in the hearts of those who live and forever sleep with those who didn't.