Game of Thrones - House Lannister

Ghosts of the Titanic

In the dark, unfathomable depths of the North Atlantic, there lay the Titanic, a behemoth of a bygone era. Its grandeur swallowed by the icy water.

Allan Jasper, a seasoned underwater explorer, had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the deep, but none so much as the Titanic.

He pulled on his boots, grabbed his jacket, and took off out the door. His smile couldn't be any wider. He had waited for this day for years.

The sun rising on the horizon set a lovely golden glow over the ocean. The mighty vessel known as the "The Mighty Whale" sliced through the water with grace and power.

The Captain stood proudly at the helm, his weathered face set in determination as he stirred the ship through the rolling waves. Seagulls circled overhead, with their calls following the ship's wake, as it charted a course through the vast expanse of water.

Allen stood toward the bow, eagerly awaiting their destination. Then breaking out of his trance, he busied himself getting everything ready for his dive down to the great lady in the depths.

Reaching the destination, Allen climbed into "Jellyfish," his beloved submersible. Checking his controls, he begins to lower Jellyfish. As the sleek submersible descended, a sense of otherworldly quiet enveloped the small vessel. Allen had a twinkle in his eye as he watched the last reflections of sunlight, fade to darkness.

The submersible's lights pierced the opaque waters. Schools of fish shimmered in iridescent hues and a giant,, graceful manta ray glided past with an effortless grace.

Allen continued to monitor the gauges, as he noticed some murky shadows ahead, As he sunk deeper, he was looking at decay that had happened over the century, and the encroaching wildlife that had made the Titanic their home. Fish darted through the openings, and coral clung to the metal.

He guided the submersible to the starboard side, toward the grand staircase, where she had rested since that fateful April night in 1912.

A feeling of unease started to gnaw at Allen, but he pushed it aside and drew the Stingray closer to the grand staircase. He thought he heard the faint sound of music. Shaking his head, as if he could shake the thought out, he pushed it aside as his imagination. When he looked back up, the sound of violins was unmistakable. In the ruins of the wreck, shadowy people came into view. There were hundreds of them. They were smiling, laughing, dancing. Living their lives as though time had never passed.

Allen's heart beat faster and faster. He was filled with a sense of fear and curiosity. Watching the people, he bumped into a loose piece of the metal railing, sending a loud, echoing ping ringing through the ocean, All of a sudden, the smiles, laughter, and dancing stopped. The ethereal ghostly gathering was bathed in an unnatural light, which cast eerie shadows on the ocean floor. Their faces twisted in cold, empty disdain. Their eyes hollow and accusing, fixed on Allen, as he dared to stumble upon their spectral gathering,

Their gaze bore into Allen's soul, sending shivers down his spine. For a tense, frightening moment, Allen and the underwater ghosts stayed locked in a chilling standoff. Allen was enveloped in a feeling of foreboding and trepidation. Then as suddenly as it had begun, the ghosts turned and faded into the murky abyss, leaving Allen alone once more in the haunted, underwater quiet.

Able to breathe once more, Allen stirred Stingray away from the staircase, and headed for the surface, As the light started to penetrate the opaque darkness, Allen's heart finally slowed and steadied. He made his way back on board, not uttering a word about his spectral encounter. He still wasn't sure if it was all just his imagination going crazy with the display before him. At least that's what he tried to tell himself. But he knew better.

The memories haunted him. A constant echo in his dreams.

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