Georgie

For entertainment, you'd have your pick.

A swimming pool, Versailles-inspired lounge, gymnasium, posh cafes for a spot of tea by the ocean, and even full-on Turkish baths.

In second class, you'd be very comfortable with polished cabins, a library, a barber ship.

Is that just like a barber on the ship?

It surely should be a barber shop.

The script says barbership and I'm glad that I am such a bad liar.

I didn't even pretend that I just knew what that meant.

I'm so glad because I'd be so embarrassed.

A barbership.

So yeah, you'd be fine in second class.

The barriers between first class and second class were more social than literal.

So if you fancied hobnobbing with royalty, all it'd really take...

is a bit of confidence.

Down in third class, things, however, get a little bit more basic.

Think cramped, dormitory-style cabins, shared bath facilities, and very, very simple food.

If you're down here, you've most likely left a life of poverty, scraping together your life savings to chase a dream of a new life in America.

And while steerage conditions on the Titanic were known to be far nicer than other ships of the time, you'd still be physically and socially shut off from the luxury above you.

Wow.

Yet.

But down in the boiler rooms, in the bowels of the ship, icy ocean water was already pouring in at a faster rate than the desperate crew could pump out.