Elle: firstly i DO NOT own Titanic Bleach or anything that is under copyright especially Marcus he's from Harry Potter...Jake, Jack, Arisa, and Amy are my OCs

For the first Chapter it's just my OCs but the movie doesn't start off right away either, just deal with me here. The Bleach people will make their appeances later. Promise :)

Prologue

The blackness of the Atlantic Ocean pressed against the three man miniature submersible that was nearly two and a half miles under water. A twenty seven year old man was busy fumbling with various control and knobs at the control panel while the two twenty six year olds in the sub with him slept crammed against the wall in uncomfortable positions.

The man awake was muttering to himself in French, his name was Marcus Flint, the son of Jonathan Flint who was funding this expedition. The whole thing seemed truly pointless to Marcus but because of his friend Jake Emmerson's passion for treasure hunting Marcus now found himself operating a mini sub under two and a half miles of ocean.

Jake and Jack Emmerson were twins and they had known Marcus since grade school. Now out of college Jake had decided to pursue a life-long dream of discovering buried treasure somewhere and now was no different.

Marcus landed the sub on the Atlantic's sandy bottom jostling the twins from there sleep. They woke with a start and began to rub various body parts, stiff from being bent into a pretzel.

"Morning princesses," Marcus said with a snicker as the twins rubbed sleep from their eyes. "Welcome to the bottom of the sea."

Jake pressed his face against the tiny porthole and stared at the massive ship wreck above them. Slightly visible against the steel plate under the water the letters R.M.S. Titanic stood out. Jake's face broke into a grin.

"Holy ship," Jack said staring at the massive hunk of metal in front of them. "Get it? Ship?"

Ignoring Jack's bad pun Jake pulled out his video camera and turned it on.

"Why ya have to pull that thing out now eh?" Marcus asked ducking out of the camera's field of vision. Jake ignored him.

"Here we are," he started. "Two point five miles under the Atlantic, April 14, 1921 the ship in front of me hits an iceberg on the starboard side and goes down in less than three hours. 84 years later, Jake and Jack Emmerson, aged 26 and Marcus Flint 27 voyage down into the void to explore the wreck."

"And possibly loot it for treasure," Marcus added from his hiding spot.

"This icy void has a pressure of three tons per square inch; if the nine-inch thick steel walls surrounding us give out we're screwed that's the equivalent of a locomotive crushing a bug. That's what the Titanic has been dealing with for 84 years, every time I see it, I think of the tragedy and my eyes well up."

"You're so full of shit Emmerson," Marcus said. "You want me to launch Hyuga one or not?"

Jake looked at Marcus.

"Yeah, launch the robot."

At the command Marcus moved to a different set of controls and began to fiddle with them. Outside of the sub a small square robot, connected to the sub by a thick cable whirred into life. It was dubbed 'Hyuga one' after Jake and Marcus's friend Neji Hyuga, just because well they felt like naming something after a friend.

Marcus had control over Hyuga one by means of an Xbox joystick. One of several monitors in the sub turned on and showed live feed from a video camera on Hyuga one.

The twins watched the monitor as Marcus guided the robot into the ship. They watched intently as the ship passed over various states of opulence in the first class staterooms. Much debris littered the floor varying in content. The light once passed over a child's doll which resembled a child's skull with chilling accuracy. Marcus continued to guide the robot into another stateroom, on the far end of which was a giant wardrobe. Jake's dark green eyes lit up

"It's in the wardrobe!" he yelled happily glomping Marcus. The older man snarled and Jake backed off remembering that Marcus was the one who held the controls.

Marcus was concentrated on opening the wardrobe and did so with excellent precision. Once the door was off and the cloud of silt that was settled for 84 years was resettled after being shaken a dark shape at on the shelf.

"Do you see that?" Jake squealed. "Do you see that?"

"Yes I do," Marcus hissed. "Shut up or I take us right up to the surface."

That promptly shut Jake up.

"What is it?" Jack asked his voice muffled from being pressed into the wall by Jake.

"It's in the safe!" Jake called once again glomping Marcus. "We're gonna be the luckiest bastards in the world!"