Narrative by JohnnyS
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The ship that wouldn't sink, sunk in less than three hours after it hit an ice berg. everyone knows the story of the first Titanic.
The second attempt to bring the Titanic to life at sea, failed, but not everyone knows what really happened that night. Why was it built? Was it more absurd now than it was back than? Well, you tell me.
The minute you say, "God can't sink this ship." Don't think that he won't test that theory and you. You think that humans would learn from their mistakes of the past. Not at all. The rich always claimed to be bigger than God and they were always WRONG. They should've died. The funny thing is, even now, I can still smell the fresh paint. The beds had never been used, and the rich had it all, while the poor had only one bed to share with another. The men slept on the lower decks and the women slept on the higher decks to be closer to the lifeboats.
Again, because of technology being a feigned savior, there weren't enough by half. The man beside me laughed, "God was powerless, compared to Satan. He can make it all happen." All the other guys agreed. I felt like something was going to happen that I knew I would NEVER forget.
The ship left the coast with the wind, picking up. I felt a jolt, like someone had smashed behind me and that's when I saw it, like a flash in the dark... Lightening struck and a man fell viciously hitting the deck.
Back I was, in the blink of an eye, staring up into a flawless sky with not one cloud. "What just happened?" I wondered aloud.
The night came fast. The food was to die for, and the end was coming near, I could feel it in the quiet air that began to surround me. The clouds rolled from ever direction while the wind blew in every direction. A flash of lightening then revealed a man, dressed in white garb. The words he spoke were in a crisp tone. "What you say should come back. See this and take them back." With a wave of his finger, the man whom had spoken about Satan overpowering God, was struck down by a flash of lightening and his heavy body hit the deck. The robed man said to me, "So you are the only one." I began to levitate and hovered beside him with a smile...
"How did you survive? You are the only one." Asked a reporter for the Tampa Bay Press.
"An act of God. God wanted to prove he was stronger than those men made him out to be. The Earthquake that occurred after the sinking of the second Titanic swallowed those sinners and the wave that shoved the ship into the iceberg was God's lesson to be pointed out." I smiled at the reporters who hovered around me to find out the end to my story. "Never test God, so I was told." I stared past them to the oceanic view outside my living room window, "Man, I can still smell the fresh paint."
