Sally Anderson stared silently out the small circular pane of 9 inch glass that separated her from the foggy, microscopic life-filled ocean outside. Her eyes grew wider and she smiled softly as the bow of the ship emerged from the deep black of the ocean.
"Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship, it still gets me every time." Sally spoke softly, still gazing out the window. To Sally, the years of abandonment at the bottom of the world only made the great ship more magnificent. The longer it withstood the test of time, the more valuable it became, and the treasure inside ship was even greater.
Turning away from the wreck outside Sally flipped her small digital camera on and pointed it out the window, recording the great unveiling of the Titanic on the sea floor.
"Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Three-thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure outside is three-and-a-half tons per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds." As she spoke, Sally turned the camera around to face herself, giving what she thought was her most serious look. But her feel of graveness was ruined with the interruption of her brother.
"And wouldn't that suck some major balls?" Gregory Anderson spoke from the other side of the small submersible they were in. Sally shot him a dirty look before grinning instead as she laughed and glanced out the window again. "It really would" she replied, shutting of the camera.
"But its worth what's down here" Greg continued, Sally nodded in agreement before turning her communications mike back on. "Okay, take her up and over the bow rail" She ordered as her sub and it's twin glided over the ship's edge and above its deck. Sally's grin broadened, and she ordered the boats to drop there small aquatic robots that would take the next step now as their small builds allowed for the crew to explore the ship with out damaging its interior.
"Come on Greg! Suit up!" she yelled back at her brother who was struggling to slip into the arms and hand controls of their sub's robot. "I'm getting there, chill your tits," he replied as he finally slipped into the controls and pulled the visual helmet over her eyes.
Once situated Greg maneuvered the little machine through the doors and into the hull of the ship. He glided it around corners and through tight spaces smoothly, all the while cursing under his breath. Sally's razor sharp eyesight scanned the screen in front of her, being videoed back from the robot's head camera, searching for something that could be it.
"Wait, in there," She said pointing towards a door frame they just passed. Her brother turned into the room which appeared to be one of the sitting rooms in what had been the first class suits. There was another smaller doorway at the corner of the room and Sally motioned there as the robot moved forward. "This is gonna be one hell of a tight fit" Gregory growled out as he began to squeeze the robot through the slim opening. Sally grimaced as she heard wood breaking around the heavy body of the machine but breathed again when the bot popped out on the other side in a small bedroom.
"Scan the room," Sally breathed, excitement in her voice as the notion that they might be near something filled her.
She loved this, exploring, looking for hidden treasure. Her interest in the Titanic had started out when she was young, listening to her parents stories of her grandparents Sally Donovan, whom she was named after, and Johnathan Anderson. Creators and engineers of the Titanic, along with their friend Gregory Lestrade, their family had been shunned by many who dictated their opinion off the basis that their grandfather was a main cause of the ship's sinking. But thats why Sally was doing this, if she could find one of the greatest treasures on this ship along with thousands of other relics, she and her brother would be able to improve their families reputation, let alone the money they would come into if they found their prize.
Sally returned to reality when she noticed a hard corner sticking out from under a wreckage of a door and a bed frame, the mattress long having disintegrated. "There, go there Greg"
Her brother did as he was told, hovering nearer Sally could see it was a box of some sort. "Okay now move that slowly." The robotic arms of the machine reached out in correspondence with Greg's movements and grabbed the edge of the door. "Carefully now," Sally hissed. Greg just ignored her, putting all his effort into flipping the door with out damaging the box and with a last quick flick of his wrist the door was gone and in front of them sat an ancients safe covered in barnacles and sea dust but in perfect condition. Sally grinned. "We hit the jackpot, boys!"
