Walter Mity: A Short Story

“Walter, I thought I told you to change that light bulb.” Mrs. Mitty said scornfully at her husband. Paying no attention to his wife, Walter walked right past he and into their sitting room. I’ll get to it, Walter thought as he sat down on his recliner. His gaze travels to the fish tank on his left. Walter stares at the fish, watching them pop in and out of the plants in the tank. He keeps his gaze locked on a black fish, which kept swimming in and out of a decoration of a sunken ship. “Walter! Walter Mitty, this light bulb isn’t going to change itself.”… “Sir, she’s taking on water heavily. We have got an hour at most before she sinks.” The deckhand had a look of panic on his face when he talked to Captain Mitty, captain of the RMS Titanic. Mitty looks out of
The band from dinner was playing in the corner while everyone was fighting for a spot on the boats. Mitty and Stevens walk over to the lifeboats where the women and children were getting on. Mitty stands on the railing. “Attention! All women and children on the lifeboats, regardless of the level of class! Double, or even triple the amount of people on the boats! I do not care if you are disgusted by who is beside you. Would you rather die?” After Mitty speaks, the lifeboats become filled up over max capacity with the women and children and are lowered into the water. The ship was moaning, and she was starting to tip upwards. The end was near, Captain Mitty could sense it. “Men next Stevens! Get everyone else on the remaining boats and paddle out of here! She’s going down quicker than expected so you have to rush. Go boys, go!” The young deckhand looks at Mitty. “Sir, what about you? You deserve a spot on the boat. It is your ship sir.” Mitty shakes his head and pats the young man on the shoulder. “Not me Stevens. It’s my ship, I’m going down with her. Farewell boys, I’ll see you guys behind the pearly gates.” Mitty puts on his captain’s hat, and walks towards the steering