What Really Happened

I'm in the furnace room on board the Titanic "the unsinkable". One thing is for sure, this ship is going down. In fact, that's what I'm doing here -- I'm going to sink it.

I have 1 backpack filled with dynamite. I have a "driver" stashed in my closet. It's a lifeboat. All I have to do is walk over to the side of the ship, drop the bag, walk away, then shoot. I've got a revolver in my jeans. Almost there, I drop the bag. It's hot down here, all the men are hard at work loading coal. You wouldn't believe the amount of energy a ship of this size while spoiling the rich and wealthy, consumes.

Once I'm halfway through the room I turn around, pull out my revolver, and; boom! That doesn't make sense, I didn't shoot. Either way, it worked. In floods the water as men now climb over each other and rush for the door. I know of a vent, scouted it out last night. I head for that, the plating is secured by 2 special bolts that were already loosened by yours truly. The metal is warm, and the water is already nearing 3 feet. Once I slip in it's a quick crawl to the stern.

I'm perspirating. I climb out into the Grand Hall. People in here a flustered, screaming, and running toward the decks. I go deeper into the ship, down the hallways past others who warn me the ship is sinking. I turn left, then left. Room 406. Middle class. Grabbing the life raft, air vacuumed and stored in a plastic bag, I push it into the hallway. Hopefully, no one steals it from me. Oh, shoot, the stairs. How am I gonna get this up those? I'm going to need to ask for help.

A young woman runs past, then a young man. I stop him. "Will you help me move this life raft?" I hate to ask because then I'm indebted to him. "Yes", he says. He walks over and lifts the raft with me. By the time we have it up the stairs the water level is now touching the base of the grand staircase. "Thank you," I say and push the craft to the edge. "Wait!" he yells. Damn. "I need to find someone, I'll be back," he leaves. I'm not waiting, I open the liferaft and it inflates.

Once sprawled out, I wait for the water level to rise. I hope the water is faster than that guy. I know he helped me but I don't want to explain why I sunk the Titanic. It would be awkward. Oh shit, an officer is walking this way. "You there! Hold that boat!" Then he runs off. The water level is rising faster than I thought, a couple of the lifeboats are being filled. The boat has tilted to an angle. "There!" it's the man who helped me, and a woman is with him. Just in time, the water level is nearing enough for me to climb in.

The 3 of us climb in and slide down the side of the ship and splash into the water. We start to drift away from the wreckage. Some others may have tried to get in, but this boat is so small it only holds the 3 of us. We float on, and they talk to each other a bit. Once the scene is just a dot on the horizon I pull out my satellite phone. I press the magic numbers, 369. A helicopter appears not far, I fire my flare.

The team picks us up and flies back to headquarters, aka the pentagon. "Great work. The British will never know what hit them."

To be continued...