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The audience leaned forward instinctively as the scene unfolded —
The submarine's metallic arms reached deep into the shadows of the sunken wreck,
Scraping against decayed beams and tangled debris.
A clank echoed through the murky blue.
The strange, rotating lenses of the robot's eyes locked onto something behind a fallen door.
With a soft whir, the claw extended —
And there it was:
A vault, half-buried in silt and rust, its hinges corroded but intact.
Up above, on the surface ship,
A man with a large frame and bright grin —
The so-called leader of the expedition —
Leaned forward toward his screen, sweat shining on his forehead.
His voice carried the impatience of greed.
"There it is! We've got it! Bring it up, boys — that's our payday!"
Laughter erupted among the crew.
Cheers!!! Cheers!!!
Cheers!!! Cheers!!!
The robotic arms clutched the vault like a relic,
And as the submarine began its ascent, bubbles streamed past the camera —
Light breaking through the water, signaling the long climb to the surface.
The sound of waves, the hum of machinery,
The cheering voices —
It all filled the theater.
Even the audience in Clover Kingdom —
"____"
"____"
"____"
Nobles, mages, and citizens alike —
Couldn't help but grin in anticipation.
"They must've found gold!"
Whispered a young boy.
"Or some kind of magic relic,"
Another murmured.
But when the vault was finally placed on deck and its door pried open,
The excitement turned to confusion —
It was empty.
No gold.
No jewels.
Just old, soaked papers clinging to one another like wilted leaves.
The explorers' faces dropped.
"Where's the damn diamond?!"
The fat man shouted, his voice echoing through the speakers.
The disappointment was almost comical,
And a ripple of chuckles moved through the theater —
Chuckle~
Until one of the technicians began carefully cleaning the papers.
Steam hissed.
Brushes swept.
And slowly… an image began to form.
It wasn't a map or a document.
It was a drawing —
Delicate, precise, hauntingly beautiful.
A woman, reclining on a couch… her form bare, graceful… and around her neck,
Glimmering even through the old paper —
A diamond necklace shaped like a heart.
The camera zoomed in,
Revealing the same mysterious gem that had driven the explorers' greed.
Gasps swept through the theater.
"So… that's where it was,"
Murmured Mimosa softly, her cheeks pink.
"They need to search her, not just the jewel now,"
Said Fuegoleon under his breath.
Then, the scene changed.
A soft melody played —
A lonely flute under a sea breeze.
The grainy, old footage gave way to the warm light of a modern home by the sea.
An elderly woman —
Frail but proud, her silver hair pinned neatly —
Sat in her chair surrounded by flowers and paintings.
She looked up at the television in front of her, her hands trembling.
There, on the screen, was the drawing.
Her drawing.
The woman in the picture… was her younger self.
The audience fell completely silent.
"____"
The sound of the waves filled the screen once more as the old woman whispered softly,
Almost to herself —
Her voice fragile yet weighted with memory:
"My God…"
"It's been eighty-four years…"
Even Julius, who had been leaning forward like a child in wonder, blinked —
His excitement giving way to quiet awe.
"Eighty-four years…"
He repeated softly, eyes shining.
The Clover Kingdom audience —
Who moments ago were cheering at the idea of treasure —
Now sat spellbound, realizing that this was not a tale of riches…
But of memories, of loss, and of something deeper than time.
The soft hum of the theater filled with awe as the movie's story unfolded—
Its world, its sounds,
And its colors so vivid that even mages who'd seen real magic sat spellbound.
As the movie progressed.
On-screen,
Rose's niece stood by her grandmother's side,
A young woman with bright eyes and a touch of skepticism.
The explorers—
Modern treasure hunters wrapped in gear and gadgets that seemed like a fusion of science and sorcery—
Were gathered around them.
The fat man, still brimming with greed, whispered to his team.
"Don't get your hopes up. She's probably some actress looking for attention."
But the old woman's quiet composure silenced even his cynicism.
Her voice was soft but carried weight—
The kind of tone that made you listen.
"Do you want to hear about the Titanic?"
She asked.
"Was she really called the Ship of Dreams?"
One of them asked.
"She was…"
Rose said, her eyes drifting far away.
"In her time."
The music swelled gently,
And as her words faded, the image of the modern ship blurred, dissolving into the past—
A shimmering vision of an old port bursting with life.
Gasps rippled through the Clover Kingdom audience.
There it was again—
The Titanic, but this time in her prime.
Majestic.
Gleaming.
Her polished brass and white hull reflected the sunlight like something divine.
People bustled everywhere—
Nobles in elegant gowns, workers hauling crates, families waving farewell.
And then—
The carriages arrived.
The camera focused on a sleek, open-top motorcar, its gold trim shining.
From it stepped a young Rose,
Radiant and spirited even beneath the wide hat and elegant dress.
Beside her was her stern, graceful mother, her eyes sharp and proud.
They were followed by another vehicle—
A black luxury car,
From which stepped a confident young man in a tailored suit and his butler,
His demeanor cool and possessive.
The Clover nobles in the theater immediately murmured—
Recognizing that man's posture, his arrogance, his refined gestures.
"He's clearly a noble,"
One whispered.
"Hmph. Just look at that attitude,"
Mimosa muttered under her breath.
As the movie progressed...
Then—
A sudden shift of tone.
The screen cut to a smoky tavern, lively and loud.
Wooden floors, laughter, the shuffle of cards.
A young man with bright, Daring eyes and a pencil tucked behind his ear leaned across the table.
Jack Dawson.
His easy grin and restless charm filled the room.
Grin~
"All right, Sven—you're gonna hand over those tickets,"
Jack said with playful confidence.
"You've got guts, kid,"
One of the men replied, sweating nervously as the final card flipped.
The Clover audience leaned forward—
Many recognized the tension of gambling,
But none expected what came next.
Jack won.
He shot to his feet, laughing, slapping his friend on the back.
Hahaha~
"We're going to America, baby! We're riding on Titanic!"
The music surged again—
Hopeful, bright, filled with wonder.
Jack and his friend sprinted through the crowded streets, waving their newly won tickets in triumph.
"We've got five minutes to get to the ship!"
They dashed through the pier, the crowd roaring, seagulls crying overhead—
And just as the great ship's horn bellowed its final call,
They leapt aboard, breathless and laughing.
The Clover crowd clapped instinctively, cheering at the sight.
Even Julius, watching from the royal box,
Leaned forward like a child seeing magic for the first time.
"They made it!"
He said gleefully, almost spilling his drink.
"Heh. Reminds me of a few Black Bulls,"
Yami grinned from the audience.
Grin~
And as the camera panned up,
Showing the Titanic's full length cutting through the waves,
The soundtrack soared—
Strings and brass painting the promise of adventure, youth, and fate yet unseen.
The theater's air was thick with emotion—
Rows of Clover citizens, nobles, knights, and even royals were utterly spellbound.
The once-rowdy chatter had died away.
All eyes were glued to the shimmering image projected by Ben's new invention.
On-screen,
The Titanic's grandeur unfolded like a dream.
Jack and Fabrizio ran through the bustling decks, laughing as they explored every corner of the ship.
Their awe was childlike, contagious.
Meanwhile...
The third-class quarters buzzed with music and laughter.
Families from every walk of life mingled,
Hopeful about the future.
Meanwhile,
The camera shifted to another world entirely—
The first-class corridors.
Polished oak walls gleamed beneath golden lamps.
Fine carpets muffled footsteps.
The nobles moved with rehearsed grace, lifting their glasses, laughing lightly,
Each word weighed and measured.
Amid that elegance,
Rose DeWitt Bukater stood out—
Not just for her beauty, but for the quiet sorrow in her eyes.
The Clover nobles in the audience shifted uncomfortably.
They recognized the air of those halls all too well.
Then came the moment that captured everyone.
From the lower deck,
Jack looked up—
And there she was.
Rose, framed by sunlight and sea wind, her auburn hair gleaming like spun gold.
She turned slightly, her gloved hand brushing a loose strand away.
Their eyes met for only a heartbeat.
"____"
Jack froze, cigarette forgotten.
Fabrizio laughed beside him,
But Jack's world had gone still.
"I saw an angel,"
He whispered.
Rose, sensing his gaze, glanced back once.
Just a fleeting look—
But enough to make the young artist's heart stop.
Then she turned away, resuming her tour with her fiancé and mother, never realizing she'd just changed a stranger's fate.
A soft sigh rippled through the audience.
Even Mereoleona—
Watching in disguise among the crowd—
Blinked, feeling something tug in her chest.
Then the scene shifted to night.
The moon hung over the endless black sea.
Jack leaned against the railing, cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers.
The laughter of passengers was distant now—
Muted by the wind and waves.
And then—
A sound.
A sob.
He turned sharply—
"____"
And there she was again.
Rose, her face pale, her gown fluttering in the cold breeze, standing on the edge of the stern railing.
"Don't come any closer!"
She cried, voice breaking.
The entire theater gasped.
Mothers clasped their hands to their mouths.
Jack stepped forward slowly, voice calm but urgent.
"You don't wanna do that. You'll be frozen solid before you even hit the water."
Rose turned, desperate, trembling.
"____"
Her shoes slipped slightly against the rail. Jack's tone grew softer.
"Come on, give me your hand. I got you."
And when she finally slipped—
He lunged forward, grabbing her wrist, hauling her back over the rail.
Both of them crashed onto the deck, panting.
Then—
Chaos.
Guards rushed in, and before anyone could explain,
They grabbed Jack and pinned him down.
"He was trying to attack her!"
One shouted.
"No—he saved me!"
Rose cried out, but her words were drowned by the commotion.
The Clover audience erupted with outrage.
Women stood up in protest especially the noble one.
"How dare they! He saved her!"
"Idiots! Look at her—she's clearly saying the truth!"
Even Julius, seated in the royal balcony, leaned forward with wide eyes like a kid.
"Unbelievable! Such misunderstanding!"
The tension on-screen was palpable as Rose knelt beside Jack,
Her voice trembling yet firm.
"He saved my life!"
Silence.
The guards exchanged uncertain glances, slowly releasing him.
Jack looked up at her, eyes meeting once again—
This time not in awe, but in something deeper.
The theater was utterly silent now.
Even the nobles,
Who moments ago chuckled at the class divide, sat still—
Caught by the raw, human emotion flickering on that glowing screen.
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