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The Night it Sank

A famous shipwreck told from a new perspective

By Michael GuayPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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The Night it Sank
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I've seen a lot of things in my life, but nothing like what I saw that night; I was just a boy at the time. I didn't believe that such a thing could exist. I remember its name, T-I-T-A-N-I-C, and what happened when it sank. But before I begin, let me say this, don't think you know the story because I have a different side that you haven't heard yet.

Although it was some time ago, I remember the event like it had just happened. It was like any regular night; I was peacefully asleep until my mother yanked me out of my bed and hurried to the exit of our sleeping quarters. Being half-asleep, though, I didn't know what was happening; all I could see was mass panic from what I assumed at the time was an attack. People were shoving, screaming, and scrambling to get as far from the scene as possible.

I didn't know why we were fleeing. I saw mass panic all around me until I looked up and figured out why. An enormous monster with a hundred lit-up eyes was charging down from above our heads. At first, it appeared to be floating, but it wasn't long until it grew bigger and covered us in a cloud of sand and foreign debris. Then everything went black.

What? You thought I was a passenger aboard? No, I was a mere witness when the Titanic sank to the bottom of the ocean and settled itself in the middle of my home. We had to evacuate because the ship was plummeting from above us. Until that night, I've only heard of them or briefly watched one cruise above the waterline before being told to retreat into the darkness.

As soon as we finished pulling people out of the sand, we looked at what came from above us. No one knew what to make of it in those moments, but it was clear that this was something from the world above. A few elders, including my dad, ascended to the top to see how it came to us.

It wasn't long until they came back with the same expression on their faces, sheer horror. There was not only another piece of the thing but also a floating graveyard in the making. The look I saw on my dad's face was one I would never forget, and at that moment, I knew he would never be the same again. He was silent the whole time we were swimming, constantly looking up like something else was about to fall. I knew it wasn't the time to ask what he saw up there. I also knew this was the last time I'll see my home for a while.

I got told many stories about the creatures that lived above the water, many of them were not so great. They've pulled us out of the water, taken our food, and now they drop stuff on us without warning. In the years since then, I have wondered why this. Why drop this on us? But I wouldn't know until later.

It turned out to be an accident that brought the massive ship down and took many lives with it, and when you see death doing its job in person, it haunts you. That was how my dad described it anyway; he also worried about it "raining" corpses that night.

I'll never know the whole story, but I'll never forget the marvel that the air dwellers, or humans, brought to us. It was such a massive piece, capable of sitting atop the waters' line, traveling from landmass to landmass with little to no effort. Unfortunately, this one couldn't stay above us, but all the local sea life love it! They made the site their home. And a few of us would visit the area occasionally. I once attempted to explore inside it but quickly retreated after finding some unlucky passengers. However, I did manage to gather some souvenirs, the kind that you only wish you could get your unwebbed hands on.

None of us have been near it since the humans discovered the thing a few years ago and frequently visited the area. The others still see it as a monster, but I see it as a gift. It was the kind of gift that shares your life with somebody else's. Even though the Titanic forced my family to leave our home, I can't help but think that it's supposed to be part of our world. Pieces were beginning to dissolve last time I visited, and I hope that one day, instead of receiving something from the creatures up above, we could be side by side with them and maybe have another Titanic that will allow us to do that.

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Michael Guay

Exploring the world's wonders, one passion at a time. From nature's symphony to the silver screen, I like weaving art, music, and writing into my vibrant tapestry of self-discovery. Join me on this journey of creativity and personal growth.

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