It does beg the question about how the world finds out about things
How about a ship docking in New York?
Or, from the perspective of the ship's crew - things get progressively stranger after an unusual fog on the fifth night of her voyage. The wireless room looses contact with Cape Race - wealthy passengers steadily getting angrier with radio operators unable to get the latest socialite news from New York....
Overhead, strange clouds streak across the sky trailed by what appearrs to be high flying aircraft - far above what the current state of the art can be achieved. The seas at night are eerily quiet, with no shiplights on the horizon.
But still, her engines drive her towards her final destination.
So What happens in New York when the Titanic tries to dock?
How about a ship docking in New York?
Or, from the perspective of the ship's crew - things get progressively stranger after an unusual fog on the fifth night of her voyage. The wireless room looses contact with Cape Race - wealthy passengers steadily getting angrier with radio operators unable to get the latest socialite news from New York....
Overhead, strange clouds streak across the sky trailed by what appearrs to be high flying aircraft - far above what the current state of the art can be achieved. The seas at night are eerily quiet, with no shiplights on the horizon.
But still, her engines drive her towards her final destination.
So What happens in New York when the Titanic tries to dock?
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.