A/N: Oh I could shoot myself. I totally forgot a prologue… I know it's like the most boring part of the story. But it just doesn't seem right cause then I can't do an epilogue you know? So I switched this one. Don't worry hopefully people will look past this chapter and get on to the real thing…
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams…
Titanic
Prologue
"Ok… ease it in now. Slowly... slowly…Got it!"
Andy Grint watched the exciting display of grabbing the solid heavy box he's been searching for as the ship's talons snatched it up from underneath the broken door. It was quite a scene as he observed the fishes swim by frightened that he might catch them.
"Ok boss, pull it up," his assistant, Rocky said, directing every other living body with him.
Andy couldn't believe it. He was really there. He was so close, so close to Titanic.
He's been everywhere in the deep blue Atlantic Ocean searching for the Hope Diamond, the rarest diamond in the world and worth more than a million. It was researched that the diamond went down with the ship and was never found so he got cracking to try to find it.
3 years, 3 long years and they finally found the vault it was locked safely in.
Andy breathed in a short breath as he pulled back up the surface, the box trapped tightly in between the iron claws.
Once he and his hardy crew breathed fresh sea air, they quickly detached the box with a crane and landed upon the deck. Andy's whole crew tumbled onto the poop deck to see where the diamond was.
"You did it boss. You did it!"
Rocky handed him a cigar to celebrate and someone cracked open the champagne. Rocky gave him a kiss with his happiness, pushing Andy forward to retrieve the long waited discovery.
With laughing behind him, Andy couldn't contain himself. He knocked the rusted lock off, he becoming more anxious as he dug through the chest. Slimy orange liquid flowed out of the chest, spraying Andy's polished shoes with it. He rolled up his green sweater sleeves to not get them dirty and started digging.
Little piles of dissolved paper formed around the safe, making it seem less and less likely to find his prize.
He pulled out a thin leather book of drawings, throwing it to the side as he dug more.
Nothing.
"Uh no… no, no, no… this can't be happening!" Andy panted, falling the ground on his butt, everyone staring, wondering where the diamond was.
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"Yes, yes, I know… don't worry it was probably in the bastard's room instead. Yes I'll find it." Andy explained calmly to his friend.
One of his employers was busy washing off the drawings he found in the folder. Andy viewed the whole process through a digital screen. "Uh huh. I'll just search some more tha-"
He stopped and looked at the screen to find the drawing consisting of a beautiful naked woman on a couch and her wearing the Hope Diamond.
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Andy had done a broadcast earlier for T.V. about the picture he had found. He had hoped the interview went well and people didn't think of him as a failure.
He breathed in the fresh salty air of the sea, the wind blowing in his dirty blonde hair and light green eyes. He could only imagine what it would have been like if he really did find the diamond. He would be rich and famous. That's all he ever wanted.
"Andy," Carl, his manager, came out onto the slippery deck, a phone in his hand. "You have a call."
"Nah, tell them to wait," he demanded, still wanting to finish his moment.
"Trust me buddy you'll want to take this call."
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"Hello?"
"Hi Mr. Grint."
Andy was confused it was an old lady. He looked to Carl for answers. Carl cleared his throat, leaning over to whisper in Andy's ear, "Bartle, Mary Bartle!"
"Hello Mrs. Bartle."
"Why hello," her faint voice came from the other line.
"Is there something you wanted to tell me?" Andy asked, hoping to speed the old lady up.
"Yes, um I was wondering if you've found the diamond yet…"
Andy's interest peeped up and he turned his head to Carl, "Told you'd want to take this." He smirked, folding his arms.
"Ok Mrs. Bartle you have my attention. Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?"
"Why the woman in the picture is me!"
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"I don't trust this woman!" Rocky stated very angry as they walked to meet Mrs. Bartle off the plane.
"She knows about the diamond!" Andy fought back, continuing his walk, "Give me some more information on her."
"Her original name was Mary Sowerby. She met some guy, popped out a couple of kids and boom. But that still doesn't explain how she would know all of this; you know claiming she was there when it sank. That would make her over 100 years old!"
Andy had the urge to laugh at his friend. "She'll be a 101 next month."
"Okay… so she's a very old God-Damn liar!"
They had reached the plane just as Mrs. Bartle stepped out of the flying vehicle, extending her wrinkled hand to a young lady next to her, around Andy's age.
"Hello Mrs. Bartle, Andy Grint!" He offered his hand to shake and she politely shook it, smiling.
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"Everything going alright in here?" Andy knocked on the door to the room Mary was staying.
He let them off to the room as soon as they got off the plane, making sure they got acquainted with the place before he swept her away to telling him information.
Mary turned in her wheelchair, smiling and nodding. "Have you met my granddaughter Sally? She takes care of me."
Andy stared up and down the figure that was Sally and found her very attractive but pulled himself together before he was caught. "Yes, we met on the deck before grandma," she said to her grandmother, still unpacking.
"Well when you guys are ready just come on down to the lab."
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Rocky had showed Mary a interesting demonstration of the Titanic sinking, "Pretty cool huh?"
All Mary said was, "Thank you for that exotic display but the experience of it was somewhat different."
Andy paced and picked up the things he found and handed them to Mary who sat patiently in her rickety chair. "Do you remember any of these Mary?"
Mary fondled a beaten up mirror with scratches on the lens. "Oh I remember this!" she said with glee.
She took a better look at herself, "Reflection's changed a bit…"
Fingering a butterfly comb, she started to tear a little.
"I'd like to see my drawing Mr. Grint."
He placed the delegate drawing into her old worn hands, she gasping in eagerness. "You really think this was you Nana?" Sally said, giving her grandma a look-over.
Mary swirled to stare her granddaughter straight in the eye, "Well of course it was me, wasn't I a dish?"
Sally laughed as did Andy.
Andy leaned down, trying to convince the old woman, "Now Mary will you tell me where the diamond is?"
Mary breathed in and out in boredom.
"What does that mean?" Sally asked.
"It means that if your grandmother says who she is, she was wearing the diamond when the ship sank," Rocky informed her, staring at Mary.
"And that makes you, my new best friend." Andy said taking Mary's rough hand in his own, leading her to the pictures they took when they were below the sea.
Mary was entranced with glaring at the photos for a while before she was crying. Sally rushed over to her side, assuring her to sit. Mary refused.
"Will you tell us what happened Mary?" Andy asked hoping to get information out of her.
Everyone in the room took a seat preparing to hear a story.
"The year was 1912…"
"The year of the sinking…" Andy said, retaining this little info.
"Do you want to hear this story or not Mr. Grint?"
Andy shut up and let her continue on, Rocky and Sally beside him, itching forward to hear the intriguing story. Andy thought he was really going to hear the truth to everything.
"The year was 1912; I was still a young lady in a world I never wanted to be part of, a world I thought I could never get out of, until I met him…"
Ah ha! Cliffhanger! Well I know this chapter like really isn't that good for my writing skills, considering that I didn't put to much thought into it and I did write it quickly. Forgive me. Oh just thinking about what I'm going to write is pumping me up! Yay! Ok you're through to the next round… enjoy!
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