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As they left the surface and said their goodbyes, Tomas the OceanGate Sub had one thing on his mind. Henry. The Titanic Ship.
The truth was Thomas had always wanted to meet his celeb crush, the one and only Titanic Ship, He was famous in all sea vessels for taking the lives of many people, a large accomplishment that to this day was still talked about with many sea vessels. He had dreamed about since his childhood, when he was a young sub who only ever wanted to be like the big guys. Drowning humans and ruining families. The thing was, everybody knew he could, being that he was controlled by a game controller. But Thomas, poor Thomas, wanted to be a star, a hot shot. Somebody who known all over the world for taking lives. The next sea Tragedy of the human race. He wanted to impress all the sea life around him and make them cheer his name in delight.
He wanted to be a star.
They dove deeper and deeper, until the navy blue sea around them turned dark with hues of green and purple. It was brilliant, to say the least. The sea life parting as the dropped in the ocean like a hot knife to butter. Thomas jerked and turned to the controller's whims. The five men that lay inside him carelessly moving him about. Truth was Thomas was sad, such a small number of people wouldn't even turn heads. Every day people go missing at sea. He needed something big and bold to get to his fame. He needed a plan. And a solid one at that.
They dropped deeper into the midnight sea, sinking into the black ocean. Unforgiving and cruel was the Atlantic Ocean. Cursed with the souls of those who had drowned, their unfair death made them cruel phantoms and deadly to those who sailed their water. about an hour passed, and soon they saw the spectacle, the brilliant, god he was, Henry Titanic. He was monumental, larger than life, vast and immense. The stories told about him were true. He was truly a titan. And honestly, Thomas couldn't help but blush. He could only stare at his sunken beauty. He wasn't sure what he thought her would see, but certainly not him. He gaped at the larger boat, covered in kelp and coral and hauntingly beautiful. Bodies, decayed and gone, scattered about him. Henry looked at him, not speaking. A calm across his face. Like he was expecting Thomas.
Thomas tried to speak but was rudely interrupted by the youngest boy, Suleman screaming in delight. Being a rich boy Thomas didn't think he had manners, but still. It was rude to interrupt somebody, especially in front of someone so vast. Henry chuckled, to the humans it sounded like creaking metal. and then spoke.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect visitors.' He spoke smoothly and calmly. like silk. and yet he was bold and brass at the same time. Thomas tried to speak again but again, was cut off.
"Well we did, so it would be appreciated if you'd make us look respectable' In was a phantom. The ghost of a woman. an older woman. she was dressed in a faded red dress and old pearls. She looked like old money and presented herself in a manner that said she was wealthy in her lifetime before it was cut short.
She stared at Thomas, well she stared through Thomas. At the passengers. She pointed his decayed finger at everyone of them. counting them all before tucking her dusty blonde hair behind her still frozen looking head. Thomas assumed she died while sleeping or something like that. She looked peaceful for a ghost. She wasn't angry or creepy looking like he would've thought the ghosts would be. She looked human. Just blue-ish grey and with fish biten fingers and white milky eyes. So maybe not fully. but you could tell she was once a person. Which was better than most. Once she counted all five of the men, she turned to Thomas and grimaced before speaking again.
"You're awfully small for a sub, and what is that?" She pointed her finger to the controller being held by the 19 year old.
"My Controller, Miss....?'
"Miss Mary, Never married. mother of two.' She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Then she stared back at Henry. Thomas didn't know what to say, or do. But one thing was for sure,
this wasn't going to be a normal day.