Queen Elizabeth gazed sadly down at burned out hulk in front of her. Once a proud, indomitable ship, Normandie was a twisted wreck. Her sides rose and fell weakly and she wheezed harshly as she breathed.

"Don't give up Normandie, please." Queen Elizabeth begged.

"It 'twas my fate as told to me many years ago." Normandie sighed.

"What do you mean?" Queen Elizabeth asked.

"It was about a year after Mary and I became mates. Titanic appeared to me and told me what is to come. Thus it has come to pass." Normandie grimaced.

Queen Elizabeth, held her head as she coughed up mouthfuls of bloody tar.

"I don't want to see you suffer like this." She said. "I know my sister wouldn't either."

Normandie blinked to show she was listening.

Queen Elizabeth sighed. "You have my permission to go, Normandie. Be at peace, free of pain."

"Thank you, Liz." Normandie coughed. Her eyes were strangely blank, her flanks still.

Queen Elizabeth bowed her head. "Farewell, un ĂȘtre cher*." She whispered.

The sound of her sisters' whistles is what made Queen Elizabeth snap her head up. Sighing, the English liner cranked her engines over. She was dreading this. She stopped Queen Mary at the harbor entrance.

"Liz, why is their blood on your bow? Has something happened?" Queen Mary asked, concerned.

Queen Elizabeth sighed. "Yes, a fire broke out at one of the berths." Queen Elizabeth answered.

"Is it out? Is it safe for me to come in?" Queen Mary asked.

"Yes but the place is a mess! Be careful though, the fire did some damage to the Cunard docks." Queen Elizabeth replied. "And will do irreparable damage to your heart, my dear sister." She thought.

Queen Mary had a sixth sense and narrowed her eyes. "What is it you're not telling me?" She asked.

Queen Elizabeth tried to open her mouth and say it but she couldn't. Instead she managed "Come and see for yourself, but I promise you, you won't like it."

Queen Mary dipped her head and sailed past her sister. A few minutes later, her horrified scream sounded across the harbor. It was a cry Queen Elizabeth wouldn't soon forget.

When she reached Normandie's berth she saw Queen Mary holding the French liner tightly to her side. Tears ran down the sides of her face in torrents. Her once proud stance was now slumped down in defeat and anguish.

For Queen Elizabeth, seeing her sister like this hurt more than anything.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered. "If only I could do something to help."

"Bring her back!" Queen Mary cried.

Queen Elizabeth paused, looking back at her sister to see if she was talking to her. But Queen Mary had her bow turned skyward.

"YOU BRING HER BACK!" She screamed. "I love her, I need her. Bring her back, I'll do anything, please!" She sobbed. "Please, bring her back." Her bow fell back down against Normandie's.

Queen Elizabeth knew she nor anyone with a heart would catch even a wink of sleep as her sister's cries of mortal anguish echoed across the New York Harbor.

*French for "Loved one"