THE TIME SAVER
Chapter One
It was six in the morning as Jack Dawson
looked at the videos and photo images that he had taken from the
eighty-nine-year-old ship Titanic. The day was April tenth.
"God bless America," Jack said, as
he shook his head, looking at the video, and then took a swig of his Bourbon.
"You still up, Jack?" Harold said,
taking a seat next to Jack.
"I can't sleep Harold, and I never do.
You know that. Want some?" Jack asked, offering some Bourbon to Harold.
"Thanks," Harold said.
Neither of these college dorm room buddies
were heavy drinkers. To them, this was a special treat to have on the Keldysh.
It wasn't permitted, but that didn't bother Harold or Jack. Suddenly, Doctor
Anatoly came in, who was the head of this mission.
"Is that you, Jack? Harold?" the
Russian doctor said.
"Yes," they both said in unison.
"Can't sleep?" the doctor asked.
"It's these pictures that keep me up.
Just knowing that fifteen hundred people died on this boat, and there is nothing
that I can do about it, makes me not sleep," Jack said, tossing a picture
of the bow away from him and leaning his head against his hands.
"You know that that is not
permitted," Doctor Anatoly said, pointing to the bottle of Bourbon.
"Yeah, and you know that we are both the
best scientists that you got on this God forsaken ship," Jack said.
"You want some?" they both said in
unison.
"Yes," Doctor Anatoly said.
The non-alcoholic doctor took a sip, and then
set the bottle back down.
"Well, let's get to work," the
doctor said, and went up to the deck.
"Right," Jack said, sighing, and
got up from his chair.
It wasn't two hours until Jack, Harold, and
Anatoly were in the little submersible that was descending down to the ghost
ship.
"We're almost there," Jack said,
looking into the small porthole.
The scenery wasn't pretty. It was like being
in a graveyard on Halloween night. Dark, lonely, frightening, and non-peaceful.
Jack then saw the image of the tall bow, and it made his skin grow goose bumps.
All right, let's do the usual dive today. They went down the Grand Staircase,
when Jack heard the sound of Alexander's Ragtime Band.
"Do you hear that?" Jack asked.
"Hear what?" Harold asked.
"Listen," Jack said.
All was silent, but the three of them heard
nothing.
"I don't hear anything," Doctor
Anatoly said.
"Same here, man," Harold said.
"It must be me, then," Jack said.
They went down to the bottom of the stairs,
and started to go into the dining saloon. Jack began to hear the music again,
but now it had the addition of laughter.
"There it is again," Jack said.
They were silent, but neither Harold nor the
doctor heard anything.
"I can't hear anything," the doctor
said.
"You mean to tell me you can't hear that
music or that laughter? It's doing that right now. Can't you fucking hear
it?" Jack said.
"Jack, I think you had a little bit to
much of that Bourbon," Harold said.
"I guess," Jack said.
"Let's go back up. I want the doctor to
check you out," Doctor Anatoly said.
Jack sighed, and Harold called the Keldysh to
tell that they were coming back up.
"He seems fine. No sign of intoxication
nor of claustrophobia," the head ship's doctor said to both of them.
"That's good to hear," Harold said.
"Yet, I do suggest, Jack, that you don't
go back down today," the doctor said to Jack.
"Listen, I gotta go back down there.
There is a millionaire who is paying us every day to find his God forsaken
ancestor's shit that goes by the name of John Jacob Astor," Jack said.
"We'll take Bobby," Anatoly said,
and left the room.
Jack rolled his eyes, and headed toward his
cabin. It was around one in the morning when Jack stumbled out of his cabin to
get some fresh air.
"All right. Why is this happening to
me?" Jack asked, looking up at the stars.
Jack felt the cold air blowing, and a huge sound
of a bomb made him jump.
"What the hell?" Jack asked
himself, looking around.
Suddenly, horrific screams of men, women, and
children came, and Jack looked around.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Jack yelled.
It was silent. The wind stopped blowing, the
people stopped screaming. It was peaceful. He then heard a man's voice saying
the Lord's prayer, and a thousand mourning cries followed. The wind then
started to blow, and it made Jack fall to the floor. He grabbed onto the poles,
pulling himself up, and holding on tight as the wind made his shaggy blonde
hair blow, and his white muscle shirt stick close to him. His glasses fell into
the water, making everything blurry. He felt around, and suddenly slammed into
a submersible, making him pass out.