Prologue 2

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107 years later...

The submarine swam above the iconic shipwreck Titanic. The research team, funded by David Lovett, son of Brock Lovett, who researched the wreck before him, had finally hit the jackpot. "You know guys," David said when they arrived, "My great grandmother was on the Titanic when she sank." "I remember when she told him the story of how it all went down," said David's mentor Lewis, who was apart of Brock's original expedition. "In fact that was also when he met your mother. She accompanied your great grandmother when she was flown to the base to talk about her experiences and where she may have kept her priceless necklace, the 'Heart of the Sea', which we never fou—"

"Sir!" said one of the workers, pointing to the image screen. David dashed over to see what it was. "Wow!" He exclaimed, "That's incredible!" What he saw was a whole platter of china, not broken and still stacked neatly to the side. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Lewis, "What are the chances?" "They may have not been gotten the chance to be used!" said David. "Alright, Joseph. Snapshot it, and then get a team out there to retrieve them."  "Yes sir," said Joseph. "If only your father could see you now, David," said Lewis, "He'd be losing his goddamn mind, and in a good way." "Yeah," said David, "I really wish he was here to see it–"

"WHAT IS THAT?" The exclamation startled David. "Jesus, Joseph! Trying to give me a heart attack?" David said jokingly. "But seriously what's wrong?" "Look at THAT!" Joseph said. David leaned in to see the image. "I don't believe it," he said. "It can't be." It was a young man of about twenty, with frost in his curtain styled haircut, frozen and perfectly preserved in the ice.

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