<div style="text-align: justify;">Things in the Sackville West household were still turbulent. Miss Josephine, after all, had been in the worst possible mood, and apparently inclined to make everyone else in the household just as miserable. Since nobody would want to hear her arguments and pleads, Josephine turned to her diary, as she often did.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF00">April 6th, 1912 - Around 3 a.m.<br/><br/>Father said that we must be up early to go to Southampton. Up… as though I would be able to sleep at all. Everyone is speaking about how beautiful and luxurious Titanic is. For me, it is the worst ship ever built, and I wish for it to have an ill fate. I wish this piece of metal would go to the bottom of the ocean with me in it. It would be more bearable than living in New York. <br/><br/>And why am I being shipped to New York, like an unwanted piece of furniture? Simply because I was in conversations with the gardener. Father now thinks I am unable to make good choices for myself. I have half a mind of conversing with the poorest man I can find aboard the ship and convincing him to marry me, by any means necessary. That would show father…</span></span><br/><br/>Before she could finish her sentence, Josephine heard movement at her door and jumped up. It was just Esther, luckily, but she still closed her diary. “What is it?”, the young woman asked, obviously feeling upset at the interruption.<br/><br/>“It is time to get dressed, Miss. We leave at five”. Josephine stomped to her bed like an angry child and sat down, still holding her diary. “There is plenty of time”. Esther shook her head. “Not with how long you take to get ready, and having to set everything for the trip, Miss Josephine. Come on, now. Do not be stubborn. Your father will be very upset if he knows that you are refusing to cooperate”.<br/><br/>Josephine shot up and tossed her diary on the bed. “Father, father, father. Father cares not about what I do or do not!”. The maid shook her head. “Do not be so dramatic. Now, march to the bathroom, and have a bath. It will ease your humor a bit”.<br/><br/>With a muttered ‘hag’ - loud enough for Esther to hear -, Josephine finally decided to obey. At least in the bath she would have some time alone. “Do not touch my diary!”, she warned, before entering the bathroom and closing the door. “Cursed be the Titanic and all aboard it”, the girl still murmured while undressing.</div>