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Present Day:
Another diving expedition begins on a clear sunny day in the North Atlantic. It’s routine, nothing out of the ordinary has happened yet a few hours into the operation. While these men have been on a few dives down to this area it still captures their imaginations as well as their emotions to some extent despite having this experience before.
It’s nothing but darkness, only remnants of what once was remain. The wreck of a great ship sits on the sea floor two and a half miles beneath the surface of the vast Atlantic Ocean. Toward the bow, the railing has begun to collapse onto the ocean floor, though the very forward sections of the railing continue holding on to the hull of the once majestic vessel. Echoes of piano playing, lavish cups clinking against each other, the sounds of steps coming from those passengers from so long ago is easy to imagine as footage of the wreck is viewed. One of the scientists onboard the submersible can swear he hears the sound of a fiddle playing nearby…
The bow section is the most preserved area of the ship with its decks still fairly recognizable. A dark hole remains however where a great dome over a grand staircase was once situated, leading down six decks for first class passengers. The davits that no longer exist on the boat deck once held eighteen of Titanic’s twenty lifeboats and collapsible rafts in place, all of which were used that fateful night one hundred and fourteen years ago.
The stern has become largely unrecognizable. The general room and smoking room for third class passengers no longer exist but the area for aft first class cabins remains, though they are mostly destroyed. The two major pieces of the wreck sit about six hundred meters apart from each other.
The submersible makes its way by the first class gangway door as their research continues further down near the sea floor where an entrance to third class was located on E Deck. A light disrupts the darkness inside the massive opening along the hull where a gangway door was once located. The corridors are almost unrecognizable as the area of the ship was heavily damaged upon impact with the sea floor. A corridor that makes its way further down the ships bow remains out of view, as do several third class cabins, forever in darkness it seems as sounds of steps echo…a door to a cabin opens, inside the cabin are two bed frames, a desk, a leather case, and one shoe.
Not far above the cabin, rusticles have formed where the nameplate of the great ship once read…Titanic.