SHIP OF FOOLS

SHIP OF FOOLS

TITANIC

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Because of my involvement with the newly formed U.S. Space Force program, protocol insists I run my story through security clearance and classification. I have been informed that they will be responsible for its release. That is why it may be running a little late. Thank you for your patience and please let me know if it arrives in time to be eligible for the Titanic challenge. I will know better next time.

All the principals involved in this plot have passed on, so before I too take the plunge into eternity allow me to enlighten the world. I bequeath to you the truth as I know it, about the sinking of the Titanic.

The young officer stood in the steering cabin again he mulled over the order that read two degrees starboard in capital letters. Control for the steering and speed of the ship had long been transferred to the captains’ quarters. Transmissions from his own equipment had been locked on the off position since he had taken over the wheelhouse at eight bells. When he had asked why he simply got the answer, Captains orders.

The giant ship yawned then slowly nudged over to starboard. Crunch, screech, along with a bump and weird noises immediately panicked the young officer. What a time to be steering of course when a catastrophe could be about to happen? Jason knew it had to be big because the ship had reacted so violently when striking this mountainous obstruction. The floating city had easily bounced off many of these perceived icebergs before. It was especially designed to do so, and even larger obstacles were mere child’s play for this monster of seaworthiness.

Jason could see himself smile as he noticed his own reflection in the face of the large glass control monitor. Only he could see the fear in the distorted grin.

Jason Liverpool was my great grandfather, and this story came straight from his own lips. It was a time to finally recognize that there was great unrest in the world. There were wars and rumors of more wars to come. The Titanic was as they say going to be the first revelation that more of the good times at last were coming to America. The greatest ship ever built would usher in a new type of reality. As they say the proof would be in the pudding.

The ship was a marvel of ingenuity the top decks were outfitted for the classiest travelers ever. Movie houses, restaurants, elevators, a gambling casino, too much to mention. But that was not all, it was the bottom decks, below level three—here a world of a different kind took place. It was where a whole contingent of xxxxxxx and xxxxxxx commanded a complete xxxxxxx xxxxx. Ready willing and able to do xxx at the slightest provocation from the enemy. And there was a plan. One of the most secret and sinister plans ever conceived by the mind of man.

It was to sink the xxxxxxx to the bottom of the ocean. All provisions were made to save the passengers above level three. There were lifeboats and two navy ships within range to help with survivors. Any persons saved would be a blessing, but the plans were to xxxxxxx of most of the passengers. Realism was the order of the day. The would-be enemy had to believe that the Titanic went down completely by accident. That is the price of secrecy and the war.

Now let me make it abundantly clear. The ship was never meant to make xxxx. The top decks were filled with sacrificial lambs meant to xxxxx if necessary to ensure the success of the plan. The bomb was planted while the ship was being built. It would be triggered from the Captains Quarters. They were to head for a xxxxx iceberg bump it and xxxxxxx the xxxx.

The protected, specially built bottom half of the ship would separate and travel several miles to a designated location. There it would remain and become the first underwater xxx city. Since that time, the underwater base has grown into a worldwide attack station. Waiting and perfecting even now with xxxxxxxx and all the upgrades needed for that final xxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Ta-ta, Lad