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By Morgan Robertson

Futility, or the smash of the Titan is a unique which was once initially writtena nd released in 1898 by way of Morgan Robertson. This novel is the tale of an ocean liner, known as the Titan, which sinks within the North Atlantic ocean after hitting an iceberg. there are various similarities among this novel and the proof within the sinking of the massive fourteen years later. Morgan Robertson revisited his paintings in 1912 after the sinking of the massive and made the send greater in addition to altering the finishing of the tale.

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We'll very likely get well," he mused, gloomily, unless I let the fire go out. What then? We can't last longer than the berg, and not much longer than the bear. We must be out of the tracks — we were about nine hundred miles out when we struck; and the current sticks to the fog-belt here — about westsou'west — but that's the surface water. These deep fellows have currents of their own. There's no fog; we must be to the southward of the belt — between the Lanes. They'll run their boats in the other Lane after this, I think — the money-grabbing wretches.

Put men at the batches and doors. Send every one who comes on deck to the chart-room. " The voice of the officer was hoarse and strained as he gave these directions, and the " aye, aye, sir" of the boatswain was uttered in a gasp. Chapter Four THE crow's-nest "lookout," sixty feet above the deck, had seen every detail of the horror, from the moment when the upper sails of the doomed ship had appeared to him above the fog to the time when the last tangle of wreckage was cut away by his watchmates below.

Headed by a six-foot boatswain, a gang came aft on the starboard side, with, paint-buckets and brushes, and distributed themselves along the rail. "Davits an' stanchions, men — never mind the rail," said the boatswain. " Ladies, better move your chairs back a little. Rowland, climb down out o' that — you'll be overboard. Take a ventilator — no, you'll spill paint — put your bucket away an' get some sandpaper from the yeoman. " The sailor addressed — a slight-built man of about thirty, black-bearded and bronzed to the semblance of healthy vigor, but watery-eyed and unsteady of movement — came down from the rail and shambled forward with his bucket.

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