Titanic Characters
Jack Dawson
Rose Bukater
Cal Hockley
Ruth Bukater
Fabrizio De Rossi
Margaret "Molly" Brown
Thomas Andrews
Captain E.J. Smith
Brock Lovett
Bruce Ismay
Archibald Gracie
Tommy Ryan
Spincer Lovejoy
Lizzy Calvert
Lewis Bodine

Ranma 1/2 Characters
Ranma Saotome
Genma Saotome
Dr. Tofu Ono
Soun Tendo
Akane Tendo
Nabiki Tendo
Hikaru Gosunkugi
Shampoo
Cologne
Mousse
Tatewaki Kuno
Sasuke
Ukyo Kuonji
Ryoga Habiki
Happosai

How the characters stack up with each other.

Jack Dawson Ranma Saotome
Rose Bukater Akane Tendo
Cal Hockley Tatewaki Kuno
Ruth Bukater Soun Tendo
Fabrizio De Rossi Ryoga Habiki
Molly Brown Ukyo Kuonji
Thomas Andrews Dr. Tofu Ono
Captain E.J. Smith Happosai
Brock Lovett Genma Saotome
Bruce Ismay Cologne
Archibald Gracie Shampoo
Tommy Ryan Hikaru Gosunkugi
Spincer Lovejoy Sasuke
Lizzy Calvert Nabiki Tendo
Lewis Bodine Mousse

Title: Titanic: Ranma Style

Rating: M (JIC)

Summary: The Title is self explanatory It is from the movie Titanic but most of the characters are replaced with Ranma characters. I have added my own twists here and there. Remember R and R.

Authors Note: Ok I'm here with another fanfic this is a chapter fic. My first one in a long time. I didn't write them for a while cause I wanted to get good at writing before I attempted it again. Well this fic will be a Romantic Dramoedy (Drama Comedy). So I hope you like, and I'm so sorry but I think I may have Ranma... gulp Dare I say it... die in this fic. DUM DUM DUM Love you guys R and R!!

Ice cold. That was the temperature of the water. It was a bright sunny day on the Atlantic, but the water was still freezing. Sinking into the bottom of the sea were two mini-subs.

The first, called Mir One, occupants were Anatoly Mikailavich, the subs pilot, was sitting hunched over his controls, singing in Russian quietly to himself. Next to him was a man named Genma Saotome, he is in his late forties, deeply tanned, and likes to wear his martial arts training uniform were ever he goes; he is a wily, fast-talking treasure hunter, and Martial Artist of the Saotome School of Anything goes Martial Arts who prefers to be lazy than train. Right now, he was propped against the CO2 scrubber, doing, what else, sleeping off his late night party session from the night before. On the other side, crammed into remaining space is a blind bat named Mousse, who is also asleep. Mousse is an R.O.V. (Remotely Operated Vehicle) pilot and is the resident Titanic expert. The pilot glances at the sonar and makes a ballast adjustment.

Looking around outside the sub the pilot sees a pale, dead-flat lunar landscape. Its gets brighter as they drop to the bottom from their two hour free-fall with a loud bonk. Genma and Mousse jerk awake, upon landing so harshly. The sub pilot glances over his shoulder, and in a thick Russian accent, "We are here."

"Excuse me?" Genma asks unable to understand the thick accent.

"We are here." The pilot states again a little annoyed.

"Huh?" Genma asks once more before Mousse strikes the back of his head with his fist.

"He says we're here you moron! Or did you not feel us hit bottom?"

"No I thought that you just bumped me." Genma stated very as-a-matter-of-fact-ly. Mousse just shook his head.

Looking out the window at the featureless gray clay of the sea floor in the subs lights, there seemed to be a dark shadow lurking over the flat lifeless surface. Genma feel green in the face. Mousse was watching the sidescan sonar display when, "Look,... there. Right in front of us. Fifteen... thirteen... We should be able to see it now!"

"I'm not seeing... there!" The pilot yells as the other two look out their windows. Out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the ship emerged. It's knife-edge prow sticking out, seeming to plow the sediment like the ocean waves. Titanic, or what was left of her, towered above the sea floor, standing just as it landed 84 years ago. Mir one sailed up and over the the bow railing.

"It's intact, except for the "rustcicles" draping over the bow." Genma says and Mousse face-faults. Genma looks out over the ship and stares starry-eyed, like looking into the eyes of a lover, "It stills get me every time."

"What?" Mousse asks.

"The tea, I have to take a leek like no ones business!" Once again Mousse hits Genma in the back of the head. "Ow, fine... It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above. Better?"

Mousse shook his head once again and looked out over the ghostly ship. It really was a sight to behold. No amount of words would ever describe the beauty of the ship sitting on the sea floor. "You're so full of shit, boss."

The other sub, Mir Two, drives down the starboard side, past the huge anchor while Mir One passes continued over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with its massive anchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, its bronze windlass caps gleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormous wreck. "Dive nine. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic... two and a half miles down. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like a freight train going over an ant if our hull fails. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds." Genma states into a tape recorder.

"Ok thats enough being serious, lets have some fun." He grabs a pair of 3-D electronic goggles, and grabs the joystick controls of the ROV.

Mousse takes the controls "I'm the expert with this. Besides all you'd do is break it!"

"Would not!" Genma pouts as Mousse puts on the equipment. A smaller sub detaches from the larger one. This one, called Snoop Dog, drove itself away, spreading out it's umbilical behind it like a robotic yo-yo. It's twin stereo-video cameras swivel like insect eyes, searching for anything that they god bring to the surface. The ROV descends through an opening shaft that once was the beautiful First Class Grand Staircase. Traveling down several decks Snoop Dog then head into the First Class Reception Room. Moving through the cavernous interior, the remains of the ornate hand carved woodwork, which gave the ship it's elegance, moved through the floodlights, the line blurred by slow dissolution and descending rustcicle formations. Stalactites of rust hang down so that at the times it looks like a natural grotto.

"I'm in the sitting area. Heading for bedroom B-54." Mousse states looking threw the 3D goggles.

"Stay off the floor. Don't stir it up like you did yesterday!" Genma says chowing down on a rick cake.

"If I'm not mistaken, and I never am, weren't you the one driving this yesterday? And weren't you also the one who dropped the last thing we pulled from the ship And I had to go back and get it?" Mousse states very annoyed.

"...no."

"Thats what I thought."

Glinting in the lights are the brass fixtures of the near-perfectly preserved fireplace. An albino Galathea crab had made it's home on it, and Genma is drooling want to get it for dinner later.. Nearby are the remains of a divan and a writing desk. The Dog crosses the ruins of the once elegant room toward another door. It squeezes through the door frame, scraping rust and wood chunks loose on both sides. It moves out of a cloud of rust and keeps on going. Crossing the bed room there are remains of a pillared canopy bed, broken chairs, a dresser, and through the

collapsed wall of the bathroom, the porcelain commode and bathtub look almost new, gleaming in the dark.

"Hey what's that?" Genma says.

"What?"

"Under that thing."

"You mean the door?"

"Yeah, it's Big!"

"Ok, hold on." Mousse lifted the door and as the dust cleared they say a wonderful sight. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Are you seeing this boss!?"

"Oh, I'm seeing it! And Loving it!" Genma grabs the mike and yells up to the boys on deck, "We found the safe! It's pay day boys! And The drinks are on me!"Genma looks over at Mousse, "I'll just put it on your tab ok?"

And that's the end of my fist chappie! Tell me what you think.