No Moon

No moon

No wind

Nothing to spy things by

No wave

No swell

No line where sea meets sky

Stillness

Darkness

Can't see a thing, says I

No reflection

Not a shadow

Not a glint of light

Meets the eye...

And we go sailing

Sailing

Ever westward on the sea

We go sailing

Sailing

Ever on

Go we...

It's a beautiful night, Mr. Straus

Even though there's no moon

Look at all the stars

Can you find the big dipper?

The big dipper? I can't even find our own stateroom.

Every time I go out for a walk, finding my way back is

An adventure.

Maybe you drop some bread crumbs

Can you feel how cold it's getting, Mrs. Straus?

All in the past couple of hours

Would you like me to get your fur stole?

What, and maybe never see you again?

No thank you, I'd rather freeze

Are you cold, then, Katie?

Not now that you've got your arm around me...

But I don't-

Oh, you're a funny one, Kate Mcgowan.

Funny? T'anks very much.

Becasue you come right out with what you want.

And you find that funny, do you?

What kind of girl do you think I am?

You think I need to be told what I want?

Life's too short for that, me boy-o

The weather's quite changed, Mr. Lightoller

Yes, Sir, it's turned very cold

Only one point above freezing

Ocean temperature's down to thirty-one degrees, Captain

Warn the carpenter to check our supply of fresh water,

-and tell the engine room to watch the steam winches.

Aye, aye, sir

There's not much wind, is there?

No, Sir. It appears to be a flat calm.

...And we go sailing

See how calm it is

Sailing

Smooth as polished glass

Ah, the open sea

Ever westward

On the sea

Feel the bite in the air

...We go sailing

Sailing

Ah, the open sea

Smooth as polished glass

Ever on

Go we...

Charles, think!

In two days, America!

What's the first thing your going to do when we get there, darling?

After marrying me, of course-

Apply to the sports desk of an important New York newspaper.

I'm sure that they can use a journalist with my experience.

Oh, darling, you're sure to be a success!

Let us both hope so...

That's why we're going there...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Madam, this happens to bo the Smoke Room!

So I see.

Women are never permitted in the 1st calss Smoke Room, madam.

Don't look so shocked, gentlemen.

There's a new world out there.

There's a new world out where?

Mr. Hartley, that's a new melody- what's it called?

"Autumn," m'am.