The distress call came at 0300. Lieutenant Jack Morrison of the US Coast Guard guided his cutter toward the coordinates, expecting a foundering fishing boat. Instead, he found a massive liner, its lights blazing, its decks crowded with passengers in old-fashioned clothes.
“This is the RMS Titanic,” a voice crackled over the radio. “We are not sinking. We are… stuck.”
Jack stared. The Titanic had sunk in 1912. “This is impossible,” he said.
“We know,” the voice replied. “We sailed into a fog bank in 1912. When we emerged, the iceberg was gone. The year was 2025. We have been sailing e