"We passed up through the forward companionway, without meeting anyone until we approached the stair on "A" Deck. About half way up the flight, there were two gentlemen, one on either side, leaning against the balustrade and, from outward appearance, more dead than alive. We had been introduced to these two fine looking men by a mutual friend on the platform in Waterloo Station.
They were from Buenos Aires, Argentina. They could not speak English, and we could not speak Spanish. As we casually met day by day, we would all speak our native language, smile and pass along, none of us understanding what the other one said. At this meeting we repeated the usual salutations, shook hands and assured them there was no danger, smiled and proceeded on our way, to carry the fear they exhibited on their faces for the remainder of my life. How terrifying it must have been to those who did not have faith in the wonderful engineering skill displayed in building this massive unsinkable steamer."