Loose wires and cables are deadly garrets for the careless explorer. Amongst the rubble, the remnants of a stateroom dresser shelter an intact porcelain sink. The ships' cheerful nursery no longer exists. The remains cradled somewhere in the darkness. Only the spirits of children peer thru its porthole at the St. Lawrence flowing by.
Tired chairs cower beneath layers of ghostly silt.
The disturbed sediment swirls amid the destruction. The magnificent grand staircase, crafted to endure, also has collapsed. The bottom step and corner post stubbornly resist obscurity. The third class dining room was not so elaborately built. Located in the lower confines of the liner, modest but sufficient provisions were served.