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Authoress Note: This was probably the hardest chapter that I have challenged myself with. Since this story is a little bit out of my element with my original character Sabrina. This chapter will most likely have a lot of information in it. Information that will be important to get more of a background of Sabrina. Any who on word with chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2

Back Down to the Titanic

The next morning Sabrina woke up and changed her clothes. She put on a brown tank top that had a metal ring on it and a pair of fade wash blue jeans. She slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and headed out of her room. She saw her great grandfather talking in the hallway with Thomas Andrews the creator of the Titanic. She let out a sigh and walked past them. She was too tired to talk to them. Normally she didn't talk to ghosts until after a dive which they had another one scheduled that day.

"Why did she just walk right past us?" Thomas asked Robbie.

Robbie let out a sigh. "It is how she works." He said thickly. "She doesn't talk to a ghosts until she is ready to. She just woke up not that long ago so she isn't awake enough to talk to us." Robbie moved down the hallway to the room where Sabrina was going.

Thomas followed him.

"Mr. Lovett... Mr. Bodine." She said softly.

"You sound like you didn't get any sleep Miss MacAlister." Brock said as he continued to eat his breakfast.

She sat down and began to slowly eat her breakfast. "Maybe because that is because I didn't." She said as she tucked a few strands of white blond hair behind her ear. She looked at the two ghosts that came into the room.

"Are you ready to go back under the water again?" Lewis asked her.

"When am I not ready to go under the water? This is probably one of the worst tragedies in history and I keep going underwater and you see me freak out each and every time." She said as she took a sip of her black coffee.

"Lewis be nice to her. She is only here to help us out." Brock said as he took a sip of his coffee as well. "She is trying her best to not allow her hind sight get on her nerves."

Thomas looked at Robbie. "They are going down to her?"

Robbie nodded his head. "Yes, lad."

"I want to go down and see her."

"Trust me you don't want to lad." Robbie said softly.

"Why wouldn't I want to go and see her? The Titanic is everything to me."

"Aye and when you see her you ain't going to like what you are going to see."

"You've seen her?" Thomas said narrowing his eyes at Robbie.

"Aye. She is just a ghost ship now."

"I want to see her still."

Robbie let out a sigh. "There's no way that I am going to talk you out of this am I?"

Thomas shook his head.

"We will get on when Brina gets in the vessel and we will go down and see her. Don't say anything to Brina when we get down there though. She will be reliving our lives."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked confused.

"She relives out our last moments on the ship. She gets scared every time."

Sabrina's eyes narrowed sharply at her great grandfather.

Robbie remained quiet for a few moments. "She doesn't like me talking about it."

Sabrina finished her breakfast and looked at Brock. "Mr. Lovett let me know when the vessels are ready and I will be ready."

"You are going to write in that book of yours aren't you?" Brock asked her.

Sabrina got up and nodded her head. "Yes," She said as she took her bowl to the sink and washed it out. She poured another cup of coffee. "It won't finish itself if I don't write in it now would it?"

"I suppose it wouldn't."

She nodded her head and went back towards her room.

Robbie looked at Thomas. "I wouldn't follow her."

Thomas looked at him. "How did you know I was going to follow her?"

"I know that look lad. You want to know what happened and she is the only person that knows what happened to the Titanic." Robbie shook his head. "She won't tell lad. She is like an iron lock. She won't open unless she is ready to."

Thomas looked at her and watched her go into her room. "She won't tell us what happened?"

"No, she is afraid to."

"Why?"

Robbie sighed. "She is afraid if she told that the remaining spirits that are down there are going to remain on earth. She bound herself to her gift to help ghosts in need not to allow them to suffer every day. We can go in and watch her. She won't hear us."

"Why won't she hear us?"

"She listens to music when she writes. You'll see when we go in."

Thomas followed Robbie into Sabrina's room that was aboard this boat. Thomas saw Sabrina sitting down on a chair, her white blond hair was tied back into a ponytail and in her ears were a pair of ear buds, on the desk there sat a cd player that the ear buds were hooked to. Her cup of coffee sat on the desk and so did a book. Papers were strewn over her desk sloppily written down notes and reminders. She was busy writing in the book with a pencil which she would later type up onto the computer that sat on the desk as well.

Sabrina mumbled something as she reached for her cup of coffee and took a sip of it. She placed it down and began to read over what she had written in the past making changes if she needed to the book.

The Titanic one of the most glorious ships of our time. Sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean April 15, 1912 taking 1500 souls with her to the bottom. She now remains in a watery grave where no human alive can reach her. No one has been able to find the Titanic until September 1, 1985.

Researchers haven't found a safe way for human life to go down until two years or so ago. Now Brock Lovett and a crew have been going down for the past year ex
excavating the wreckage trying to find if there is any human remains among other things.

Recently they hired me, Sabrina MacAlister an Irish-American medium to come along on this journey. I got a call on February 5, 1994 to come aboard and go down with them to see if there are any spirits left on the once glorious ship. I agreed. I didn't know what I was agreeing to when I signed on. I would soon find out the day that I boarded their research ship on February 6th.

Sabrina stopped reading and shook her head. She was going to have to close that book since no one was going to be reading about their trips down to the ship. What people were more interested in was the story of how the Titanic sunk and what had happened to all of those people that died and were never recovered. She picked up another book and opened it. She hadn't even started it yet. She closed her eyes and began to write.

What Really Happened to The Titanic

Relived through the eyes of medium Sabrina MacAlister

Sabrina sighed and took a deep breath closing her eyes to write.

Thomas looked at Robbie. "She doesn't want anyone to see this story does she?"

"The one she is writing now?" Robbie asked.

Thomas nodded his head.

"No, she doesn't not with what she sees through our eyes when the ship went down. She has been reliving it for the last seven months and has never sat down to write what had happened to us."

Thomas watched her write on a crisp white page.

Prologue

Titanic was called the ship of dreams and she was. To all of those who had boarded her. It was one of the best creations of the time. On April 10, 1912 she was boarded with 2223 men, women, and children. People wonder how they lived on the Titanic and now someone has the answers.

I Sabrina MacAlister great granddaughter of Irishman Robbie MacAlister who was one of the 2223 people who were aboard the Titanic and a medium will now be able to tell everyone around the world what had happened to the Titanic during her final moments. Sometimes history is best to be left alone, but then again that isn't why I am here. I am here to tell the story to say that besides this ship being a wreckage and a belly full of treasures that people want to bring up from it's watery grave.

I want to prove that even though she is in a watery grave. I want to show that Titanic was not only a ship, but she was a ship that had lived.

I was contacted by a man by the name of Brock Lovett on February 5, 1994 in my home of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He had called me because I am one of the best mediums around that could see the past clearer then any other mediums that were out there. I was more in tuned to my gifts then others.

On February 6, 1994 I loaded up and headed out on this adventure. I had no idea what it was bringing me to. I knew deep in my mind that I was going to be witnessing one of the greatest finds since it was found in 1985 almost nine years prior to when I boarded the little research ship that Brock Lovett and his crew were on.

Now that I have been on this research ship for the past seven months past the 82 anniversary of the sinking of this once great ship. Now I sit and write this story about a ships final moments even though it pains my soul and heart to write about their last moments alive as well knowing what had happened to my grandfather when he was ten years old aboard the Titanic along with his wife who was eight at the time on the Titanic. It hurts to write what happened to my great grandfather who had died on the ship.

So now here is the story through my eyes seeing what had happened in the past of the once beautiful and notorious ship the RMS Titanic and her final moments of being on the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. This is a tearful story so I suggest you have a box of tissues beside you. I know I have mine. I hope you all enjoy reading about this once glorious ship.

Sabrina Beth MacAlister

There was a knock on the door.

Sabrina shut her cd player off and closed her book putting it underneath the other book that she wrote. She carefully got up and wiped the tears that had fallen down onto her cheeks. She went to the door and looked at Brock.

"We are getting the vessels ready now." He said softly to her.

"Thank you Brock. I'll be out in a few moments." She said with a smile.

"Alright." He left her.

She turned and faced the two ghosts. "Great grand da are you going down again?"

Robbie nodded his head. "Yes, Brina. I am."

Sabrina turned her light pale blue eyes to Thomas. "Are you going to?"

Thomas nodded his head.

She let out a sigh. "Your heart is going to break when you see her." She said softly.

"I know, but can a dead heart break?" Thomas asked her.

Sabrina shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea." She grabbed something that she was going to need later. Even with her mind crisp and could remember everything that she saw she didn't want to not record her voice. She put the recording device in her back pocket. "Come on." She said as she pulled her hair tie out of her hair allowing her white blond hair fall perfectly back into place. Sabrina walked out onto the deck.

Thomas and Robbie were right behind her.

She got onto the first vessel while Brock was in the other one. She took her spot by the window. "When ever you are ready." She said looking at the guy that ran this machine.

The guy nodded his head.

The two ghosts had snuck onto the vessel.

"September 6, 1994 10:50 AM. Sabrina MacAlister. We are diving down to see the Titanic's resting place." She turned off the voice recorder.

The two vessels went down into the water.

"Sabrina can you hear me alright? Over?" Brock's voice came through the intercom that was attached onto her pants.

She pulled the mic and brought it up to her pale lips. "Ten four Mr. Lovett I hear you loud and clear."

"We are going to park the same place we did last time."

"Ten four." Sabrina looked out the window of the vessel and noticed that Thomas Andrews was staring at her. She gave him the do you mind look.

Thomas's eyes adverted to the window looking out to see if he could spot his creation on the bottom of the dark ocean. He saw the only light was coming from what they were traveling in.

"Be prepared for what you see lad." Said Robbie looking out his own window.

"Come left a little. She's right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen. Thirteen... you should see her." Sabrina said to the person that was manning the sub.

"Do you see it Miss?"

Sabrina's eyes focused on the ocean. "There she is." Sabrina said. She looked at the person manning. "Park where we did yesterday." She said looking at him.

The man nodded his head. "Right Miss MacAlister."

Sabrina's eyes went back to what she saw. The Titanic or what was left of her really. She looks at the rusticles draping over it like mutated Spanish moss. Her eyes were glazed over with sadness as she looked at the once glorious ship.

Thomas's eyes went wide with what he saw. He felt tears prick his eyes. His creation looked like this now.

Robbie looked concerned over at his great granddaughter.

Her intercom still on and so was Brock's they could hear everything that was going on each vessel.

"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." Brock's voice rang through.

Sabrina scoffed. "You are so full of shit lad." She said, rolling her eyes. Her eyes locking back onto the ship before them. She felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up and saw Thomas staring at her like she had grown two heads. She shook her head and stared back at the ship. Her eyes glazing over again as if she was sleeping with her eyes open. Her breathing wasn't steady.

"Just watch what happens. You are seeing her at work." Robbie said softly to Thomas.

Thomas looked at him confused wondering what that had meant.

Screams filled Sabrina's sensitive ears. Her hands went up to her ears covering them trying to block out the sound that she was hearing from the ship. Tears came to her eyes.

Thomas looked confused at watching Sabrina. "What's happening to her?"

"She's getting flashbacks."

"Flashbacks of what?"

"When she sunk." Robbie said sadly.

"Women and children only!"

Sabrina closed her eyes trying to choke back her tears. Visions of what happened to the people on the Titanic came flooding to her mind.

Thomas Andrews was running on one of the decks. "Put on your life vests please." He told a woman who wasn't wearing her's yet.

The woman put hers on slowly.

Sabrina slumped forward and fell off of the chair collapsing to the hard floors of the sub. Too many memories had come flooding back to her at once. Her mind couldn't take it.

"Boss MIC 1 has to go up." Said the guy running the ship.

"What happened Vlad?" Brock's concerned voice came through the silent room.

"Miss MacAlister fainted. She hit her head pretty hard."

"Take her back up. We will be up shortly."

"Roger that." Vlad had shut off the connection and began to bring the sub back up to the surface.

Thomas looked concerned at the young woman that was crumpled up on the floor. He looked at Robbie. "Does this happen often?"

Robbie shook his head. "No, this is the first time that it has happened."

Thomas looked shocked. "You're lying."

Robbie shook his head again. "No, I am not lying. This is the only time that it has happened." He said softly.

A hour later

Brock carefully picked up Sabrina and carried her to her room. "We need the medic to check Miss MacAlister out." He told one of the crew members.

"Right Boss." Said a female worker.

Brock carefully placed her on the bed.

"Damn boss we are going to have to send her away for a few days." Said Lewis said looking at Brock.

"I know Lewis. I didn't think that this would happen." He said softly.

"None of us knew that she was going to faint. She should have told us if it was building too much on her."

The doctor came into the room to check on her. He checked her head. He shook his head. "She has a concussion." He shook her awake to make sure that she didn't die on them.

"Damn what the hell happened?" Sabrina asked holding onto her head.

"You got a concussion." Brock said looking at her. "Why didn't you tell us that you were having a hard time?"

"It's fine Mr. Lovett."

"No it's not Miss MacAlister. You could've hurt yourself badly."

Sabrina let out a sigh. "I know."

"I am going to order you to take a few days off. No writing the story of the Titanic, no going on the dives, no touching the artifacts. Just relax."

Sabrina nodded her head. "Fine." She said softly.

"Good. I will come by to check on you later."

I shook my head. "You don't have to."

"Your ghost pals are here?"

Sabrina nodded her head. "Yes, I am sure that they will keep me awake Mr. Lovett."

"If you say so Miss MacAlister." Brock said leaving the room.

Sabrina sat there holding onto her head.

"You could've done more damage to your head then a little bit Brina."

Sabrina looked at her Great Grandfather Robbie. "I know."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"It's all part of the job."

"A job where you get yourself killed?" Thomas said to her.

Sabrina shook her head. "No, this job is fairly important." She said as she held onto her head.

"It may be important, but not if you end up fainting." Thomas began to say.

"You know nothing!" She barked. "No one knows what it is like to be a medium." She said as she looked away. "Being a medium is fucking hell."

Thomas's eyes went wide. He had never heard a woman curse like this one did.

Robbie shook his head. "You'll get use to it Mr. Andrews."

Sabrina shook her head. "Not use to hearing a woman curse." She inquired.

Thomas nodded his head. "Yes..."

"Like he said you'll get use to it." She held out her hand.

Thomas raised an eyebrow.

Robbie pushed him forward a little bit. "Give her your hand."

Thomas looked more confused.

"Do you remember what I told you? She can touch your hand and tell you if you are ready to move on."

Thomas put his hand in hers.

Sabrina closed her eyes as if she was getting a memory. She shook her head sadly. "You aren't ready to move on. I can't send you." She said opening her eyes and releasing his hand.

Thomas didn't know what to say.

Sabrina carefully got up. "You looked distraut when you saw your beloved ship look like that."

"How long has it been?" He asked softly. He didn't hear what Sabrina had said when she was recording her voice earlier.

"82 years now." She said softly as she stood up and walked over to her desk.

Thomas walked over to her and looked at the few pictures that he was looking at the night before. "Those pictures..."

She looked up at them. "Oh yes... what about them?" She asked looking over at him.

"The ones with you in them where are they taken?" He asked her softly.

She carefully picked up the photograph that had her in a hoody and jeans leaning against the rail was a college picture that was taken of her when she first started college. Her hair was tiger lily orange. "When I went to college." She said softly.

"What school did you go to?"

"An art school."

"An art school? I thought they wouldn't allow women in school?"

Sabrina shook her head. "I took art classes there." She said looking up at him. She pulled out a book that had sketches drawn from memory.

Thomas carefully took the book, but it fell through his hands.

Sabrina picked it up. "You haven't quite figured out how to hold things. You can only touch me and that's the only thing that you know you can touch now. You'll get the hang of it." She said softly. She carefully opened the book to show him a picture.

"This is from memory?" He asked looking at the picture. He noticed that it was of him working on the blueprints for the very ship he had died on. "How did you?" He asked.

Sabrina shrugged her shoulders. "I really have no clue. I don't know why I had this memory." She said looking at him.

"What do you mean you don't know why you had this memory. This is of me making the Titanic's blueprints."

"I don't know why I had it. When I had it, it was like I was standing there watching you make the blueprints for her." She said softly. "I wish I knew."

Robbie looked at his great granddaughter. "I am sure you'll figure it out Brina."

Thomas looked at the date. "This was drawn today."

"Yes... I drew the picture this morning after the two of you left." She said softly.

"You didn't go back to bed." Robbie said.

Sabrina shook her head. "I couldn't." She said softly. "Not with a picture so vivid in my mind."

Robbie let out a sigh. "I understand."

Sabrina closed the art book and placed it on her desk. She rubbed her temples.

"You should try to sleep."

"Can't."

Robbie raised an eye brow.

"Concussions + sleep = I am shit out of luck meaning I could die." She said looking at him.

Robbie let out a sigh. "You've had a concussion before?"

"Yes." She said softly. "I won't be able to sleep for 12 hours."

"Mr. Andrews and I can keep you awake." Robbie said.

Sabrina nodded her head. "OK." She said softly.

That is the end of this chapter. Please tell me what you think.