[ WP ] It 's 2015 , and the Titanic has just sailed into New York Harbor .

He knew it was a bad idea to come out of bed this morning. 
 
 The rest of the admiralty might have called Steven Murphy supersticious, especially with a name like that, but the truth of the matter was that his hunchs were never wrong. The bad ones, anyway. 
 
 `` What do you mean,'' he said as evenly as he could to the young lieutenant presenting a report, `` by the Titanic being here.'' 
 
 The man gulped. He really did n't like bringing up bad news. 
 
 `` Sir, it is, sir.'' 
 
 He vacated his station and let the Admiral look at his screen. There, riding on the waves was the behemoth itself. 
 
 Murphy just rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head. `` Bloody hell, its like an action-villain, it never dies. Get me the Russians on the horn, maybe they can sink it if our submarines can not.'' 
 
 
 
 

