On the Titanic, Screaming floats on the deck, As you and your fellow humans plummet to the seabed, Stop, listen. You can hear the bubbles grumbling, ready to devour you.

Nothingness surrounding you. Except for the fragments of light piercing the sky, the so-called “Ship of dreams” The only dream you would have about this is a nightmare. You hear the hull creaking. The petrified crew scramble to the funnels; launching the useless spare lifeboats.

The only light surrounding you is flares; the moonlight illuminating the horror scene. You hear people mumbling and moaning. “The unsinkable ship? What a lie!” You think to yourself.

On the Titanic, flares are launched, camouflaging with the glistening stars. The battered hull lifts into the air, SNAP! You hear as the hull breaks apart. The ocean slurps the bow down, A bright sprinkle of stars climb down ready to collect you. You are vertical with the enormous hull. The ocean engulfs you and the Titanic.

-Ben (LR)