Introduction prologue

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Many legends, stories and news articles talk of the history and sinking of the Titanic lurk around, and it's not that we don't know what happened because we do.
But what we don't know is that everyone on that ship had something different to say, a different story to tell, a different reason why they were on the boat, all different ages, different emotions, different views on the world and life, different relationships with the people around them.
No two people were the same on the boat no matter what anyone tells you.

People found things they weren't even looking for.

Two girls who never thought they'd be stuck in this situation.

Those legends and Stories Told for generations and passed down from generation to generation of those who actually were on the ship and experienced the devastation first hand.

No one will ever understand the true stories of the experiences on the titanic because they were not there first hand. But there is people who were.
Who survived it and lived their life on to tell the story to others.

But one story In particular is the one we focus on.
As odd as this story is, it's true.

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1997

The deep sea submarines slowly plummeted downwards after hours finding the still sandy seafloor along the North Atlantic Ocean in order to find exactly one thing.
The sounds of echolocation off the 2 submarines bounced into the deep dark abyss in silence.
The high beam searchlights on the underwater capsules beamed around in the darkness, only the seafloor was in view for a few in front of them, the rest of the abyss was pitch black and silent.

The sonar screen started to shape a purple v shape as the echolocation had located what the archeologists had come 4 hours to the bottom of the freezing North Atlantic Ocean for.

"In 13 meters you should see it." A young man with decently long hair and growing stubble said pointing at the screen.

The closer the submarines got ,The more the high beams lit up the front of the haul. The large ship once a beautiful painted design, rusted green and coppery brown miserably at the bottom of the ocean.

The young man started out the porthole on the side of the submarine to see this once amazing ship.

"Okay take her up and over the bow real careful." The man said toward his colleagues smiling as the long haired young man's eyes were still glued to the window.

"Okay we're going over the bow stay with us." A woman on the same submarine said over the radio to the others in the next submarine.
He raised the sub as they descended over the ship.

They filmed and took photos of the rusted iron giant as they scanned over it.
The large iron chains still remained stretched holding the anchor to its place.
And the steam valves on deck sat proudly.
The light washed over the boat, something it hadn't felt in a long time.

"Okay quiet we're rolling." The camera lit up. "Seeing her come out of the darkness like a ghost ship. Still gets me every time." The long haired man said still not leaving the window.
"To see the sad ruin of a great ship left here." The man started to turn the camera into the window.

"Where she landed at 2:30 in the morning of April 15th 1912." He added as his colleague gave him an odd look.
"-After her long fall, from the world above."

His colleague started cackling and shaking her head.
"You're so full of shit dude." Perrie laughed. The man at the window turned smiling at the blonde girl with a bun in her hair, he laughed then looked back through the window.

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