I can’t help but think of Paul Henri Nargeolet when I see images of Titanic in her watery grave, knowing how many times he’s seen the beautiful gray lady. Now I can only imagine being on a dive with him, being in a sub so safe your only worry is of the cold, as he points out the anchors, davits, and the numerous coal burners scattered on the ocean floor. The mark where the crow’s nest used to stand, the decks where people gathered to catch the boats, and the gash where the iceberg hit. He didn’t deserve to go like he did and neither did the rest of the passengers, on both the Titan and the Titanic.
