This is just Titanic with two of my own characters added in.
I do not own.
TITANIC
As people boarded the huge ship, R.M.S. Titanic others who didn't get tickets, who only came to see the maiden voyage off waved. Some people were there to say goodbye to their loved ones. The ones who were going to America. Some people were going home, others running away to start a new life and some went just for the fun of it, just because they could. But no matter their reasons, all of them went and no one could have predicted that the unsinkable ship could and in fact would sink.
The submarines crawled towards the huge wreck, every three seconds a beep would sound. Brock Lovett and his team were in those submarines diving again to retrieve the Heart of the Ocean. Their heat vision radar showed that they were close to the ship.
"Fifteen metres. You should see it." One of Brock's team informed him.
The wreck came into view then, huge and ghostly. Brock looked out of one of the submarine windows, seeming fascinated by the ship.
"Okay, take her up and over the bow reel." He said as another one of his team looked out of the windows to see where they were going.
The lights of the submarine lit up the head of the wreck. They moved forward over the deck, two submarines side by side.
"Okay quiet. We're rolling." Brock said as he turned the camera on and started filming. "Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship still gets me every time." He said as he filmed himself looking at the ship through the windows. "To see the sad ruin of a great ship, sitting here, where she landed at two thirty in the morning of April fifteenth, nineteen twelve after her long fall, from the world above." He said as he pointed the camera out the window.
Behind him his team mate, Lewis snickered. "You are so full a' shit boss."
Brock turned and smiled as the submarines went deeper into the wreck.
"Dive six. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down, three thousand eight hundred and twenty one metres. The pressure outside is three and a half times per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go, it's sianara in two micro seconds." Brock said to the camera, now away from the windows. He turned the camera off and said, "Alright, enough of that bullshit."
The submarines dived deeper still into the wreck.
"Just put her down on the roof of the officers quarters like yesterday." Brock said.
"Okay. We're set on the grand staircase, just like yesterday. You guys ready launch?" The driver asked as he set the submarine down.
"Yeah, Brock. Launching Duncan now." Some one answered as a smaller submarine was launched into the water connected by a thick cord.
The smaller submarine dived deeper and deeper below the deck.
"Yeah roger that. Okay, drop down and go into the first class gangway door." Brock said through a speaker. "I want you guys working the B deck, the reception area and the dining suite."
The submarine went into the ship through a large window, it kept going into the ship until it was on one of the decks, then it went downward and faced the first class part of the ship.
Brock spoke again. "Okay Lewis, drop down to B deck. Get in there, get in there." He said as he saw an opening.
The submarine entered. As the lights shone around they lit up a decayed boot, a pair of broken glasses and a broken china doll head.
"That's the door frame, that's the door frame." Brock said as they entered a room. "Watch it, watch it."
"I see it, I got it." Lewis replied. "We're good, we're good. Just chill boss."
The lights of the submarine lit up an old fireplace ahead of them.
"Okay, okay. Make your turn." Brock said as they went passed an old piano. "Okay, right there. Right there, right there. Okay, that's it! That's it, that's the bedroom door right there." Brock exclaimed as he pointed at the screen.
"I see it. I see it." Lewis assured him. "We're in! We're in baby. We're there!" Lewis shouted excitedly.
"That's Hockley's bed, that's where the son of a bitch slept." Brock said as the light showed a large, decaying bed.
"Oops, somebody left the water running." Lewis joked as the lights showed a mouldy bath.
"Hold it. Hold it just a second. Go back to the right." Brock said.
The submarine turned back to the right.
"That wardrobe door, get closer." Brock said.
"You smellin' somethin' boss?" Lewis asked.
"I wanna see what's under it."
"Gimme' my hands man." Lewis ordered.
Two mechanical hands emerged from the front of the submarine. Lewis flipped the wardrobe door over and underneath it was a safe.
"Oh baby, baby! Are you seein' this boss?" Lewis asked.
"It's pay day boys." Brock stated, smiling as he looked at the safe.
The net on the back of Brock Lovett's boat brought the safe out from the surface of the water as all of his team cheered at the thought of finally finding the diamond.
"Kerching!" Lewis shouted as him and Bobby, another one of Brock's team, shook hands and hugged.
"We did it, Bobby." Brock said as he came over.
"Who's the best, baby? Say it, say it." Lewis chided Brock as the safe was hauled on deck.
"You are, Lewis." Brock allowed, laughing.
Lewis kissed him on the cheek, also laughing. Someone started sawing open the safe as Lewis opened a bottle of champagne and sprayed it over everyone.
"Okay, crack her open." Brock said.
Someone attached a chain to the door of the safe and heaved. A load of orange liquid spilled out, Brock put his hand in and pulled out a few sheets of paper as everyone watched intently. He checked all the compartments and pulled out a leather book and more paper. He checked the compartments again anxiously, nothing.
"Shit." He whispered.
"No diamond." Someone said behind him.
"You know boss, the same thing happened to Renaldo and his career never recovered." Lewis chimed in.
Brock stood up and turned to the camera. "Turn the camera off."