Chapter One- Discovery
Rosalyn Anaru was cleaning up the dishes from her and her friend
Ripley's dinner. They had just eaten what seemed like every box of
Macaroni and Cheese there was in the house. She couldn't help it. She was
an addict.
Rosalyn was silently going over figures in her head. They weren't
figures for a science project or math. They were for the R. M. S.
Titanic. That was one of the many fancies in her seventeen-year-old life.
She had loved the Titanic since she was seven years old, and it didn't
show any signs of waning. She prided herself on knowing more about the
ship than most people. She still had a lot more to go to reach the goal
of her idol, Thomas Andrews Jr. Being the builder of the ship, she was
obviously jealous. Yet she had no time to waste. Ripley was upstairs and
was not prone to waiting.
Her head shot up as she heard the doorbell ring. Even though she
wasn't supposed to open the door, she looked out the window. Standing at
her door was a man who looked like he belonged to a Technicolor UPS
company. Rosalyn was puzzled. It was nearly nine o'clock at night. UPS
didn't deliver that late. She opened the door carefully.
"Yes, sir?" she asked tentatively.
" I have a package for a Ms. Rosalyn Anaru. She live here?"
Rosalyn signed the papers to collect her package. She brought it
inside and took it up to her room. Opening her door, she saw Ripley was
sitting on her bed reading. How typical.
"Hey Rip, check out what I got. I wonder what it is.." Rosalyn
remarked to her friend.
"Open it already," Ripley replied. "What if it's a time-opened special
package that must be opened by a certain time, or else it goes bad?"
Rosalyn thought of this and opened the package. Inside was a small box
the size of a TV remote. There were a total of four buttons on it. One
said GO, and the others said 'First, Second, Third'. Underneath the odd
box was a note. It simply said:
Rosalyn Anaru,
This little machine will make all of your dreams come true. Use it
wisely.
Sincerely,
There was no signature at the bottom. That was strange. Usually people
signed their names at the bottom if it was a gift.
"I wonder what it is for."Ripley remarked.
"Me too.." Rosalyn replied.
"Maybe it's a bomb and once we touch one of the buttons, it blows up
in our faces?!" Ripley suggested.
Rosalyn laughed and eyed the buttons. She could see that at the very
bottom of the device it was stamped with the year 1912. Rosalyn was
puzzled. Something like this could have never have been made back then.
They were barely aware of movie theaters, let alone something like this.
"Maybe it's a game! Press one of the buttons and see what it does."
Ripley suggested.
"Sure. Then we will really find out if it is a bomb." Rosalyn said
rolling her eyes.
Nonetheless, she pressed the "First" button and hit go. Nothing
happened for a moment, but once it did, both Rosalyn and Ripley were
scared. Their whole background changed. They were speeding though a blur
of colors, until it came to a stop.
When Rosalyn and Ripley finally opened their eyes, they were in the
back of a very old car. Rosalyn dated it back to the late 1910's. There
was a driver in the front seat, and he seemed to be driving them
somewhere. The roads weren't even paved, both of the girls noted.
"Excuse me sir," Rosalyn asked, tapping the driver on the shoulder.
"May I ask where we are going?"
The driver turned his head slightly and replied, "To the Southampton
docks miss. You don't want to miss your voyage, do you?"
They just sat back and watched as they zoomed along. They figured that
they shouldn't be asking any more questions.
A short time later the driver pulled up to the dock. Rosalyn looked
out the window and gasped. Sitting in the water before her was the "Ship
of Dreams", the ship of her dreams. The R.M.S Titanic. She should have
known when the driver mentioned Southampton. Then again, the Titanic has
been two miles below the ocean for nearly ninety-two years.
"Um." Ripley started. " I thought this ship sank."
Rosalyn was too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe that the
Titanic was right before her eyes. The automobile and the non-paved road
told her that it was the original.
The car pulled up closer to the dock and stopped. The driver got out
and opened the door, holding out his hand. Rosalyn took it and got out.
Ripley followed shortly after. Rosalyn turned to thank the driver, but he
was already leaving. She recognized him as the man from the UPS truck.
" Hey!" She exclaimed, but no one heard her.
The bell boys asked where the trunks should go. For some reason she
replied to take them to staterooms A-34 and A-32. She didn't know why she
said it, but she did.
In a flash she remembered they needed tickets to get them onto the
ship. She checked in the pockets of the coat she was wearing. Nothing.
Finally she checked in the small purse that she was carrying, and found
the two tickets. They walked as elegantly as they could up to the first
class plank and handed the steward the tickets.
" Welcome to the Titanic, Ms. Anaru and Ms. DeArmitt. Have a pleasant
trip." The steward said as he checked the tickets.
Ripley eyed Rosalyn but said nothing. How their names got on the
tickets, how they got the tickets was a mystery.
They walked in and looked around. They had no idea how to get to their
stateroom. They patted the shoulder of a member of the crew.
"Excuse me sir, but how would one get to staterooms A-34 and A-32?"
Rosalyn asked the man.
"You go up the grand stairwell and go to your right. Go up that flight
of stairs and back. It's not too hard to miss. Would you ladies like me
to escort you to your rooms?"
Rosalyn nodded and said, "My name is Rosalyn Anaru. This is my friend
Ripley DeArmitt. Please feel free to call us Rosalyn and Ripley. We both
hate the 'Miss' stuff"
Ripley nodded behind Rosalyn. The man laughed and started walking.
"My name is Will Murdoch. I am the first officer on the Titanic. Please
call me Will." Will said with a smile.
Rosalyn smiled back.
"Do you know the story of the passengers and crew of the Titanic?" he
asked them.
They both shook their heads.
"Well," Will started. "From what I can tell, you weren't born anywhere
near nineteen twelve. But you have obviously heard the story of what
happened on April 14, 1912. The Titanic hit an iceberg and sank the next
morning. Since that day, the passengers and crew were forced to relive
the five days of the journey over and over again. The really painful
thing is that we remember every journey. How many years has it been since
the disaster?"
Rosalyn looked at him sorrowfully and replied, "Ninety-two years."
Will shook his head. " We have been forced to relive the same five days
for ninety-two years. And we probably will for eternity. You are the
newest faces we have seen since the journey started."
Rosalyn smiled and said nothing. Will continued to walk them to their
staterooms. Once they got there, he turned to Rosalyn.
"May I escort you to dinner tonight, Rosalyn?" he asked.
"Sure." Rosalyn replied. "But I ask one thing in return."
"Name it." Will replied.
"Is there any way I can get a tour from either Captain Smith or Mr.
Andrews?" she requested.
Will nodded and bowed. "It shall be done"
He turned with a wink and left. Ripley smirked and walked to her
stateroom. Rosalyn looked at the number on her door. A gold-plated A-34
was the only thing to be seen. She opened the door slowly and nearly
passed out.
The room was delicately done in wood. It looked like maple. The floor was
covered with lush carpeting, and the furniture was done in all oak. The
whole room looked like a room right out of a fairy tale. To her left was
a door. Rosalyn tentatively walked towards it and opened it. On the other
side was the actual bedroom. The bed was about the size of a queen bed,
and there was a vanity table, fully equipped with mirror. She could see
that her trunks were already in the room. She unloaded them, humming "My
heart will go on", the theme song to James Cameron's Titanic.
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By the time Will came to escort her to dinner, Rosalyn had brushed her
wavy red hair out of her face and slipped into a forest green dress. She
had Ripley come over to help with the corset, which she actually found to
be quite comfortable. She helped do Ripley's corset, and pulled back
Ripley's long and curly red hair. Ripley decided on a black and red
outfit, which seemed to come right out of a vampire/gothic movie. Around
both of their necks was a matching Celtic knot, a symbol of their
friendship.
At last, there came a knock at the door. Standing there, decked out in
his full officer uniform, was Will. He held out his arms for both ladies
to take, and escorted them down the grand staircase and into the dining
hall.
At the sight of the dining hall, Rosalyn nearly fainted. She could see
all of the first class passengers there, talking as if they didn't know
what would happen in five days. She made a mental note to fulfill her
time on the Titanic with meaningful moments. Will had escorted them to a
table near the middle of the room. It was half-full of people already.
Will pulled out a seat across from a man in his late 30's, with chestnut
hair sprinkled with grey. He was holding a little black notebook, and was
making a sketch in it.
"Hey!" Rosalyn exclaimed. "Aren't you Thomas Andrews, the builder of the
ship?"
The man looked up and smiled, "That I am. What do you think of her?"
"Oh, she's so lovely! I, of course, have loved her for quite a few years
now, and it has been my dream to come and visit her, and you!. I cannot
tell you how much I have studied your drawings on the Titanic. You are an
artist, Mr. Andrews. A true artist!" Rosalyn said exasperatly.
Thomas Andrews blushed and shut his notebook, studying Rosalyn as she
turned to talk to Will. He had noticed her get on the ship. Everyone did,
there were the same people coming aboard every time. This was a first
timer. He marveled at her beauty. She had fair skin sprinkled with
freckles; deep, expressive turquoise eyes, that altogether clashed with
her red hair. Her hair reminded him of the paint on the Titanic's hull.
They were about the same shade.
Then, everyone turned their heads to see a man with a mustache come. He
was tall, with greasy, slicked back hair. Rosalyn knew him from pictures.
He utterly disgusted her. He was J. Bruce Ismay.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? A new passenger to the Titanic. I
am Bruce Ismay. You are?" Ismay said, kissing her hand.
Thomas couldn't help but be jealous as Rosalyn replied, "Rosalyn Fae
Anaru."
Ismay smirked and sat down, never taking his eyes off of Rosalyn. She
could feel his stare drilling a hole into her head, but ignored it. She
instead talked to Thomas.
"Well, Mr. Andrews, this is indeed a fine ship. But I was on the deck
today, and counted the lifeboats. According to my figures, twenty
lifeboats is far too little to hold the Titanic's maximum capacity of
three thousand passengers. Is this correct?"
Thomas looked down at his hands, and then back up into those deep eyes.
"Yes, you are correct. I had made the davits on the Titanic so they could
hold another row of lifeboats, an amount capable of carrying all of the
passengers, but it was thought that the deck would look much too
cluttered, so I was overruled."
With those last words, he looked angrily at Ismay, who was still
preoccupied with Rosalyn. When Ismay finally broke his stare, he looked
at Thomas for a brief instant.
"Ms. Anaru, do you not think that we have enough on an unsinkable ship? I
mean, we are full steam ahead, we would obviously be able to see anything
in our path." Ismay said, turning back to Rosalyn.
"Well, you can never have too many. You know as well as I do that this
ship is going to sink. Why are you so arrogant?" Rosalyn asked.
" Arrogant? My dear, that is why ladies do not work in a shipyard. They
assume too much. They are too uneducated." Ismay said back.
"Too uneducated? Apparently you don't work directly in the shipyard
either, Mr. Ismay. You just sit on your fat arse while Mr. Andrews does
the work for you. How asinine."
She pushed her seat out and stormed out. Will followed her. Once he got
on the deck, he could see her at the bow. She had her elbows on the
railing, and was leaning slightly forward.
"Hey." He said, trying not to get her angry again.
"How stupid do they get? Full steam ahead. You would think he had at
least some common sense." She replied, shaking from the cold.
Will walked up to her and placed his jacket around her. He could see in
her hands she had a picture of Andrews. He backed away slightly. So
that's who she was trying to prove her worth to in there. Andrews.
"You like him, don't you?" Will asked, pointing to the picture.
Rosalyn nodded and said nothing. She stood up, thanked Will, and walked
slowly away. Will could see Andrews and Ripley walk out of the dining
room. They walked swiftly up to Will, questioning him with their eyes.
Will said nothing to Andrews but, "I envy you."
Will walked back towards the captains quarters, awaiting his orders.
Thomas and Ripley looked at each other.
"She came here for you, you know." Ripley said, turning away and heading
back towards her stateroom.
Thomas stood there, stunned. He liked her. Not only for her looks, but
for her guts. It takes someone an immense amount of courage to stand up
and say something like that to the owner of the White Star Line. He could
also tell that Will liked her too. He could see the hurt in his eyes as
he said the three words.
"I envy you.." Thomas muttered into the night.
Oh stop it already! Thomas thought to himself. One of them has got to be
lying. Why would she like me, when she could easily have Will. You can't
fall in love with her. You don't deserve her. Not in a hundred years.
Thomas' shoulders slumped as he walked off. He walked silently to his
stateroom to think about this new discovery.
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Rosalyn Anaru was cleaning up the dishes from her and her friend
Ripley's dinner. They had just eaten what seemed like every box of
Macaroni and Cheese there was in the house. She couldn't help it. She was
an addict.
Rosalyn was silently going over figures in her head. They weren't
figures for a science project or math. They were for the R. M. S.
Titanic. That was one of the many fancies in her seventeen-year-old life.
She had loved the Titanic since she was seven years old, and it didn't
show any signs of waning. She prided herself on knowing more about the
ship than most people. She still had a lot more to go to reach the goal
of her idol, Thomas Andrews Jr. Being the builder of the ship, she was
obviously jealous. Yet she had no time to waste. Ripley was upstairs and
was not prone to waiting.
Her head shot up as she heard the doorbell ring. Even though she
wasn't supposed to open the door, she looked out the window. Standing at
her door was a man who looked like he belonged to a Technicolor UPS
company. Rosalyn was puzzled. It was nearly nine o'clock at night. UPS
didn't deliver that late. She opened the door carefully.
"Yes, sir?" she asked tentatively.
" I have a package for a Ms. Rosalyn Anaru. She live here?"
Rosalyn signed the papers to collect her package. She brought it
inside and took it up to her room. Opening her door, she saw Ripley was
sitting on her bed reading. How typical.
"Hey Rip, check out what I got. I wonder what it is.." Rosalyn
remarked to her friend.
"Open it already," Ripley replied. "What if it's a time-opened special
package that must be opened by a certain time, or else it goes bad?"
Rosalyn thought of this and opened the package. Inside was a small box
the size of a TV remote. There were a total of four buttons on it. One
said GO, and the others said 'First, Second, Third'. Underneath the odd
box was a note. It simply said:
Rosalyn Anaru,
This little machine will make all of your dreams come true. Use it
wisely.
Sincerely,
There was no signature at the bottom. That was strange. Usually people
signed their names at the bottom if it was a gift.
"I wonder what it is for."Ripley remarked.
"Me too.." Rosalyn replied.
"Maybe it's a bomb and once we touch one of the buttons, it blows up
in our faces?!" Ripley suggested.
Rosalyn laughed and eyed the buttons. She could see that at the very
bottom of the device it was stamped with the year 1912. Rosalyn was
puzzled. Something like this could have never have been made back then.
They were barely aware of movie theaters, let alone something like this.
"Maybe it's a game! Press one of the buttons and see what it does."
Ripley suggested.
"Sure. Then we will really find out if it is a bomb." Rosalyn said
rolling her eyes.
Nonetheless, she pressed the "First" button and hit go. Nothing
happened for a moment, but once it did, both Rosalyn and Ripley were
scared. Their whole background changed. They were speeding though a blur
of colors, until it came to a stop.
When Rosalyn and Ripley finally opened their eyes, they were in the
back of a very old car. Rosalyn dated it back to the late 1910's. There
was a driver in the front seat, and he seemed to be driving them
somewhere. The roads weren't even paved, both of the girls noted.
"Excuse me sir," Rosalyn asked, tapping the driver on the shoulder.
"May I ask where we are going?"
The driver turned his head slightly and replied, "To the Southampton
docks miss. You don't want to miss your voyage, do you?"
They just sat back and watched as they zoomed along. They figured that
they shouldn't be asking any more questions.
A short time later the driver pulled up to the dock. Rosalyn looked
out the window and gasped. Sitting in the water before her was the "Ship
of Dreams", the ship of her dreams. The R.M.S Titanic. She should have
known when the driver mentioned Southampton. Then again, the Titanic has
been two miles below the ocean for nearly ninety-two years.
"Um." Ripley started. " I thought this ship sank."
Rosalyn was too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe that the
Titanic was right before her eyes. The automobile and the non-paved road
told her that it was the original.
The car pulled up closer to the dock and stopped. The driver got out
and opened the door, holding out his hand. Rosalyn took it and got out.
Ripley followed shortly after. Rosalyn turned to thank the driver, but he
was already leaving. She recognized him as the man from the UPS truck.
" Hey!" She exclaimed, but no one heard her.
The bell boys asked where the trunks should go. For some reason she
replied to take them to staterooms A-34 and A-32. She didn't know why she
said it, but she did.
In a flash she remembered they needed tickets to get them onto the
ship. She checked in the pockets of the coat she was wearing. Nothing.
Finally she checked in the small purse that she was carrying, and found
the two tickets. They walked as elegantly as they could up to the first
class plank and handed the steward the tickets.
" Welcome to the Titanic, Ms. Anaru and Ms. DeArmitt. Have a pleasant
trip." The steward said as he checked the tickets.
Ripley eyed Rosalyn but said nothing. How their names got on the
tickets, how they got the tickets was a mystery.
They walked in and looked around. They had no idea how to get to their
stateroom. They patted the shoulder of a member of the crew.
"Excuse me sir, but how would one get to staterooms A-34 and A-32?"
Rosalyn asked the man.
"You go up the grand stairwell and go to your right. Go up that flight
of stairs and back. It's not too hard to miss. Would you ladies like me
to escort you to your rooms?"
Rosalyn nodded and said, "My name is Rosalyn Anaru. This is my friend
Ripley DeArmitt. Please feel free to call us Rosalyn and Ripley. We both
hate the 'Miss' stuff"
Ripley nodded behind Rosalyn. The man laughed and started walking.
"My name is Will Murdoch. I am the first officer on the Titanic. Please
call me Will." Will said with a smile.
Rosalyn smiled back.
"Do you know the story of the passengers and crew of the Titanic?" he
asked them.
They both shook their heads.
"Well," Will started. "From what I can tell, you weren't born anywhere
near nineteen twelve. But you have obviously heard the story of what
happened on April 14, 1912. The Titanic hit an iceberg and sank the next
morning. Since that day, the passengers and crew were forced to relive
the five days of the journey over and over again. The really painful
thing is that we remember every journey. How many years has it been since
the disaster?"
Rosalyn looked at him sorrowfully and replied, "Ninety-two years."
Will shook his head. " We have been forced to relive the same five days
for ninety-two years. And we probably will for eternity. You are the
newest faces we have seen since the journey started."
Rosalyn smiled and said nothing. Will continued to walk them to their
staterooms. Once they got there, he turned to Rosalyn.
"May I escort you to dinner tonight, Rosalyn?" he asked.
"Sure." Rosalyn replied. "But I ask one thing in return."
"Name it." Will replied.
"Is there any way I can get a tour from either Captain Smith or Mr.
Andrews?" she requested.
Will nodded and bowed. "It shall be done"
He turned with a wink and left. Ripley smirked and walked to her
stateroom. Rosalyn looked at the number on her door. A gold-plated A-34
was the only thing to be seen. She opened the door slowly and nearly
passed out.
The room was delicately done in wood. It looked like maple. The floor was
covered with lush carpeting, and the furniture was done in all oak. The
whole room looked like a room right out of a fairy tale. To her left was
a door. Rosalyn tentatively walked towards it and opened it. On the other
side was the actual bedroom. The bed was about the size of a queen bed,
and there was a vanity table, fully equipped with mirror. She could see
that her trunks were already in the room. She unloaded them, humming "My
heart will go on", the theme song to James Cameron's Titanic.
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By the time Will came to escort her to dinner, Rosalyn had brushed her
wavy red hair out of her face and slipped into a forest green dress. She
had Ripley come over to help with the corset, which she actually found to
be quite comfortable. She helped do Ripley's corset, and pulled back
Ripley's long and curly red hair. Ripley decided on a black and red
outfit, which seemed to come right out of a vampire/gothic movie. Around
both of their necks was a matching Celtic knot, a symbol of their
friendship.
At last, there came a knock at the door. Standing there, decked out in
his full officer uniform, was Will. He held out his arms for both ladies
to take, and escorted them down the grand staircase and into the dining
hall.
At the sight of the dining hall, Rosalyn nearly fainted. She could see
all of the first class passengers there, talking as if they didn't know
what would happen in five days. She made a mental note to fulfill her
time on the Titanic with meaningful moments. Will had escorted them to a
table near the middle of the room. It was half-full of people already.
Will pulled out a seat across from a man in his late 30's, with chestnut
hair sprinkled with grey. He was holding a little black notebook, and was
making a sketch in it.
"Hey!" Rosalyn exclaimed. "Aren't you Thomas Andrews, the builder of the
ship?"
The man looked up and smiled, "That I am. What do you think of her?"
"Oh, she's so lovely! I, of course, have loved her for quite a few years
now, and it has been my dream to come and visit her, and you!. I cannot
tell you how much I have studied your drawings on the Titanic. You are an
artist, Mr. Andrews. A true artist!" Rosalyn said exasperatly.
Thomas Andrews blushed and shut his notebook, studying Rosalyn as she
turned to talk to Will. He had noticed her get on the ship. Everyone did,
there were the same people coming aboard every time. This was a first
timer. He marveled at her beauty. She had fair skin sprinkled with
freckles; deep, expressive turquoise eyes, that altogether clashed with
her red hair. Her hair reminded him of the paint on the Titanic's hull.
They were about the same shade.
Then, everyone turned their heads to see a man with a mustache come. He
was tall, with greasy, slicked back hair. Rosalyn knew him from pictures.
He utterly disgusted her. He was J. Bruce Ismay.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? A new passenger to the Titanic. I
am Bruce Ismay. You are?" Ismay said, kissing her hand.
Thomas couldn't help but be jealous as Rosalyn replied, "Rosalyn Fae
Anaru."
Ismay smirked and sat down, never taking his eyes off of Rosalyn. She
could feel his stare drilling a hole into her head, but ignored it. She
instead talked to Thomas.
"Well, Mr. Andrews, this is indeed a fine ship. But I was on the deck
today, and counted the lifeboats. According to my figures, twenty
lifeboats is far too little to hold the Titanic's maximum capacity of
three thousand passengers. Is this correct?"
Thomas looked down at his hands, and then back up into those deep eyes.
"Yes, you are correct. I had made the davits on the Titanic so they could
hold another row of lifeboats, an amount capable of carrying all of the
passengers, but it was thought that the deck would look much too
cluttered, so I was overruled."
With those last words, he looked angrily at Ismay, who was still
preoccupied with Rosalyn. When Ismay finally broke his stare, he looked
at Thomas for a brief instant.
"Ms. Anaru, do you not think that we have enough on an unsinkable ship? I
mean, we are full steam ahead, we would obviously be able to see anything
in our path." Ismay said, turning back to Rosalyn.
"Well, you can never have too many. You know as well as I do that this
ship is going to sink. Why are you so arrogant?" Rosalyn asked.
" Arrogant? My dear, that is why ladies do not work in a shipyard. They
assume too much. They are too uneducated." Ismay said back.
"Too uneducated? Apparently you don't work directly in the shipyard
either, Mr. Ismay. You just sit on your fat arse while Mr. Andrews does
the work for you. How asinine."
She pushed her seat out and stormed out. Will followed her. Once he got
on the deck, he could see her at the bow. She had her elbows on the
railing, and was leaning slightly forward.
"Hey." He said, trying not to get her angry again.
"How stupid do they get? Full steam ahead. You would think he had at
least some common sense." She replied, shaking from the cold.
Will walked up to her and placed his jacket around her. He could see in
her hands she had a picture of Andrews. He backed away slightly. So
that's who she was trying to prove her worth to in there. Andrews.
"You like him, don't you?" Will asked, pointing to the picture.
Rosalyn nodded and said nothing. She stood up, thanked Will, and walked
slowly away. Will could see Andrews and Ripley walk out of the dining
room. They walked swiftly up to Will, questioning him with their eyes.
Will said nothing to Andrews but, "I envy you."
Will walked back towards the captains quarters, awaiting his orders.
Thomas and Ripley looked at each other.
"She came here for you, you know." Ripley said, turning away and heading
back towards her stateroom.
Thomas stood there, stunned. He liked her. Not only for her looks, but
for her guts. It takes someone an immense amount of courage to stand up
and say something like that to the owner of the White Star Line. He could
also tell that Will liked her too. He could see the hurt in his eyes as
he said the three words.
"I envy you.." Thomas muttered into the night.
Oh stop it already! Thomas thought to himself. One of them has got to be
lying. Why would she like me, when she could easily have Will. You can't
fall in love with her. You don't deserve her. Not in a hundred years.
Thomas' shoulders slumped as he walked off. He walked silently to his
stateroom to think about this new discovery.
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