One hundred years.  Time has been born, time has perished.  Memories fade with each new phenomenon of age, consumed by raw chronology.
  A century.  Yet the glittering crests still whisper its memories, tainted by the horrors of sheer mistake.  The Titanic, the floating palace that lost her grip on the living world that fateful night.   1,514 souls forever silent below.  And we remember.