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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Minifigure The Sinking Ship That Never Sank]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[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.<br /><br />"This is the RMS Titanic," a voice crackled over the radio. "We are not sinking. We are… stuck."<br /><br />Jack stared. The Titanic had sunk in 1912. "This is impossible," he said.<br /><br />"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 ever since, unable to land, unable to age."<br /><br />Jack ordered his cutter alongside. A man in captain's uniform leaned over the rail.<br /><br />"We need your help," he said. "There is a rift beneath the waves, a tear in time. If you destroy it, we will return to 1912-to our proper fate."<br /><br />Jack hesitated. The passengers were watching, their faces hopeful but resigned.<br /><br />"We know what will happen," the captain said. "We will sink. Many will die. But history will be restored. The timeline will be healed."<br /><br />Jack gave the order. The cutter dropped its depth charges, then turned away.<br /><br />The explosion lit the night. The Titanic shimmered, then faded.<br /><br />When the sea calmed, the liner was gone.<br /><br />Jack never spoke of what he had seen. But every year, on the anniversary, he sailed to the coordinates and dropped a wreath into the water.<br /><br />"Rest well," he whispered.<br /><br />And somewhere, in the deep, the Titanic drifted on-no longer stuck, no longer lost, finally at rest.<br /><br />The passengers had chosen fate over survival. The crew had chosen history over life.<br /><br />Jack never forgot them. He never stopped listening for their radio call.<br /><br />And sometimes, just sometimes, he thought he heard it-faint, distant, old-a reminder that some voyages are meant to end, and some endings are beginnings.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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