Authors notes: Don't own Phantom... But I do own the Titanic. Really I do! Ok i dont... I own nothing... Oh if you like it let me know if you don't let me know. I don't mind flames. Really I don't. They make me laugh. I have a weird sense of humour. Enjoy!

The Phantom Sea Disaster

Prologue

The men assembled the fine ship in the storehouses and pieced her together. It looked like a grand ship. A ship that would never sink. Its first class was a grand luxury beyond comprehension and its third class still had a touch of class. This ship promised to be the wave of the future any anyone who was anybody was to ride on its maiden voyage. During its completion a young man was thought to be killed in the furnaces while cleaning them. This provided the ship with a resident ghost. The story was partly true. The young man did get injured in the furnaces but was never killed. He helped build this ship and knew every passageway and hideaway. From birth he was given a deformity beyond human intellectual capacity and the fires of the furnace made it worse. This young man practically enjoyed music and art and he procured an organ and stuck it in a secret room that no man had ever seen; this room was where he lived. The young man, from a secret vantage point, watched the people board this luxury cruise line destined for New York City. But of course it would never make it there. The name of this ship was the Titanic.