April 6, 2025 • 52 mins
In this special Titanic-themed bedtime story, created in response to a listener’s request, we journey to Queenstown, Ireland—the last port of call before the Titanic’s voyage across the Atlantic. On the morning of its departure, Barry awakens from a vivid and haunting dream: a vision of the ship’s fate that he feels deep in his bones. What follows is a quiet yet powerful tale of warning, disbelief, and the heavy burden of knowing. This story was inspired by the true history of the Titanic and is released in honour of the anniversary of its sinking on April 15th.
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The dream came to Barry Callahanin the Quiet Towers before Dawn,
it was so vivid, so real that whenhe woke, he could still feel the
icy water closing in around him.
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The screams of the doomedpassengers echoing in his ears.
This wasn't a fleetingnightmare or some abstract fear.
He'd seen it, lived it asthough he'd been there himself
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in the dream.
It was late
near midnight.
The vast Atlantic stretchedendlessly in all directions.
A deep black abyss beneathan equally dark sky.
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The air was bitterly cold, thekind that stiffened fingers.
And numbed skin Within moments
overhead, a billion stars burned fiercely.
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Their sharp brilliance
undisturbed by clouds or moonlight.
They were the only light in the sky.
The ocean was eerily, still
unnaturally calm, like glass,
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no wind,
no waves.
Just silence.
An unsettling quiet that lulledeveryone into a full sense of security,
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this deceptive stillness,emboldened the captain
who saw it as an opportunity.
With no waves to slow them.
He pushed the Titanic forward atfull speed, eager to break records
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and prove its invincibility.
The warnings of ice inthe area were dismissed.
The ship was unsinkable after all.
Pressure from investors.
And the desire to makeheadlines drove him forward,
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blinding him to the lurking danger ahead.
The sea offered no resistance, no warningripples against the lurking ice, only
the illusion of an unbroken safe passage.
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Then the sound, a resoundinggrinding screech as the
iceberg tore through the hull.
A sound so unnatural.
It sent a shudder through Barry's bones.
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It wasn't an explosion or a crash.
It was a death nail.
The ship lurched watched
a strange shuttering jolt.
That rattled chandeliers,knocked glasses from tables,
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but then nothing.
A pause.
A silence.
Stretching.
Too long,
a full sense of security.
Passengers glanced at one another,puzzled waiting for reassurance.
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Some peered outta their cabins, seeingnothing but the same Calm night.
Others laughed nervously, makinguneasy jokes about the unsinkable ship.
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Put below decks, water rushed in.
And then as if a spell hadbeen broken, chaos erupted.
A steward, his face pale,ran up the grand staircase,
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put on your life belts.
Orders were shouted.
The engine stopped,
the tech tilted so slightlyat first that no one noticed.
Until suddenly they did.
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Then the running began,people shoved, screamed, half
dressed, clutching children.
Dragging loved ones.
The lifeboats.
There were not enough.
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A woman sobbed pressing ababy into an officer's arms.
Please take him.
Please take him
another man.
Pleaded gripping a lifeboat'sedge, begging to be let on
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an officer held him back.
Women and children first,
a young man made a desperate jump leapingover the railing into the plaque sea
below, taking his chances with the water.
Rather than be swallowedby the sinking ship,
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screams, cries, chaos.
The dick tilted faster now.
A terrible groan echoed throughit, metal twisting, tearing apart,
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and then the final deafening crack,
the Titanic broke into.
Barry saw people flung into the air,vanishing into the dark, icy void
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The Atlantic rushed in, claiming the ship,
pulling it down, down, down.
The music of the band faded.
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The screams grew weaker.
The stars burned on cold and indifferent.
Then the water.
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Swallowed Barry two.
He sat, bolt up right in bed,breath ragged, skin damp with sweat.
The dream was so vivid, so real, andit left behind a dreadful certainty
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that clung to him like a second skin.
This
wasn't just a nightmare.
It was a warning
deep in his bones.
He knew something terriblewas going to happen.
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His chest heaved, his pulse hammering.
The images burned behind his eyes.
The iceberg, the jolt,the chaos, the screams,
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the ship vanishing into the abyss.
It didn't fade like a dream.
It felt like a memory of somethingthat hadn't happened yet.
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Beside him, his alarmclock ticked steadily.
Its hands creeping towards six.
A cold, unrelenting reminderof how little time remained.
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Barry Plinked, the smallwindow opposite his bed.
Its class clouded with streaksof salt blown in from the sea.
No matter how often he wiped it down,the salt always returned, leaving a faint
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film that blurred the outside world.
But today, that haze felt suffocating.
Like an omen, likesomething was closing in.
He swung his legs out of bed, barefeet hitting the cold wooden floor.
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His room was in a disarray.
Papers scattered an oldfishing rod propped.
Haphazardly against the wall.
A half drunk cup of tea leftforgotten on the window sill
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his boots lay tossed at the foot of thebed, half covered by a pile of newspapers.
The faint glow of dying embers inthe did nothing to warm the air.
None of it matter.
All that mattered was the Titanic.
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The Great ship had arrived inQueenstown yesterday, anchoring
in the Harbor for only a few hours
it had taken on its final.
Passengers, family, families,dreamers, souls bound for.
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Unaware.
They were stepping aboard a doomedvessel, and today it would leave.
Today it would sail toward disaster.
Barry's hands trembled as hegrabbed his trousers from the
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chair, yanking them on roughly.
He pulled his shirt over his head.
The fabric cold from the early morning air
then threw on his thick wool unco.
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The button slipped betweenhis fingers as he them.
His heart hammering so loudlyhe could hear it in his ears.
They had to listen somehow.
He had to stop them.
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Barry shoved the door open
the morning air, hit himlike a slap sharp briny,
carrying the distant crashof waves against the rocks.
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Leaning against the side ofthe cottage stood his bicycle
its frame slick with a thin sheen of dew.
He grabbed the handlebars, swungone leg over, and kicked off
down the dirt path toward town.
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Barry Pedaled as fastas his legs would go,
barely in control.
As the bicycle bounced andjolted over the uneven trek,
his breath came in ragged, GOPs.
His chest burning with exertion,
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the landscape blurred.
Rolling green fields, stone walls,the distant shimmer of the sea,
but none of it registered
A puddle splash cold water up his legs.
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Soaking the hem of his trousers.
The wheels skidded in the mud.
The frame rattling beneath him,
but he tightened his gripand pushed harder faster.
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A flock of sheep stood by the roadside.
Their dull eyes unbothereduntil he barreled toward them
startled.
They scattered
hooves flooding over the wet grass.
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Barry barely noticed.
The path curved sharply as he nearedtown dirt, giving way to cobblestone
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the bicycle, jolted beneath him,the vibrations shaking his bones.
But he didn't slow.
His heart pounded
arms aching from rippingthe handlebars too tightly.
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The houses and shops rushedpast fishermen uploading crates.
Dock doc workers laughingover morning tea.
Children kicking a ball into the street.
They had no idea.
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Then as he burst onto thedockside, he saw it, the Titanic,
the massive ship loomed over the harbor.
Rising above the bustling port,like an unstoppable force.
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Its black hull, gleaned itstowering smokestacks, belching
steam into the crisp morning air.
A fresh wave of panic crashedthrough Barry's chest.
She was still here for now, but soon.
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She'd be gone.
Perry swerved past a cart nowonly avoiding a stack of barrels
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as he reached the dock.
The bicycle wobbled beneath him.
Wheels struggling for grip.
The moment the ground evenedout, he jumped off letting the
bicycle clutter behind him.
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He had no time to care.
Wait.
Stop, he shouted.
His voice horse, his lungs burning
people turned around,blinking in confusion.
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Barry ran the first person hesaw a broad shoulder fishmonger.
Stacking crates of herring,
wild dyed and panting.
He grabbed the man's sleeve.
You have to listen the Titanic.
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She's going to sink
the fishmonger.
Gave him a wary look.
Half amused, half concerned.
You've been at the drink early.
Have your Barry Barryshook his head violently?
No.
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I saw it.
In a dream, hundreds, thousands will die.
We have to warn them.
The fish mongers expression darkened.
He glanced the great ship in the harbor.
Then back at Perry.
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It is a fine ship.
Lad strongest one everbuilt your spout nonsense.
Heat rose to paris's face.
It's not nonsense, it's real.
The iceberg tears through thehull, the ship will go down and
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there won't be enough lifeboats.
The fish bunker held upper hand.
All right, now calm yourself.
You'll scare the passengerswith talk like that.
Barry didn't have time for this.
He turned scanning the dogside, searching for someone.
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Anyone who'd listen.
A family stood near the gangway.
A man, his wife, their youngdaughter, clutching a doll.
Barry rushed toward them.
You can't get on the ship's going to sink.
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The mother pulled her daughter close.
The father frowned.
Excuse me.
The Titanic, it's doomed.
It'll hit an iceberg, please.
You have to believe me.
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The man chuckled nervouslyshifting uncomfortably.
Oh lad, you are mistaken.
She's unsinkable thesafest ship ever built.
Barry shook his head, no, it's not.
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If you get on, you'll all right.
Right.
The man muttered ushering his family away.
Let's not scare the child.
Frantic Barry turned again.
His eyes darting through the crowd.
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He grabbed a dog worker by the arm.
Please, please, you have to help me.
I have to warn them.
The man yanked his arm back.
Scowling warn who about what?
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Barry struggled for.
Breath the Titanic.
It's not safe.
It's going to sink.
The dock worker stared at him,
then laughed.
Plant.
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That ship has double holesand watertight compartments.
She's built to withstand anything.
Even if she hid something,she'd stay afloat.
There's no safer ship in the world.
He shook his head and turned away gohome before you scare the passengers.
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He left.
Barry shaking, helpless, his pulsepounded his hands curling into fists.
No one believed him.
The Titanic was still waiting to leave.
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No one was listening.
Then across the bustling dock he saw him.
The only man who could stop it.
Captain Edward Smith.
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The master of the Titanic stood nearthe gangway overseeing final inspections
even among the throng ofdock workers and passengers.
He was unmistakable a tour commandingfigure in a crisp navy blue
uniform, a toned with gold braiding.
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His cap sat neatly on top of hissilver, white hair, his thick beard
framing a face carved by years at sea.
He moved with calm authority speakingin low tones to his officers, ensuring
every last detail was in place.
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He nodded to one of the ship's engineers.
His gaze sweeping over theTitanic's hull with quiet pride.
He was the man in charge.
If anyone could stop the ship, it was him.
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Barry shoved through the crowd ignoringstartled gasps and muttered curses.
His legs ached.
His body trembled, but he pushedforward and then he was there.
Barry Lunged grippingthe captain's sleeve.
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Sir, please, you must listen to me.
The Captain stiffened startled.
His blue eyes narrowed as he pulledback, straightening his uniform.
What's the meaning of this?
His voice was firm calm, butcommanding the voice of a man
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not used to being questioned.
I saw it a premonition in my dream.
You'll hit an iceberg andthe ship will go down.
You mustn't sail
a strong hand clampedonto Barry's shoulder.
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That's enough lad.
A sailor yanked him back, shovinghim away from the captain.
Barry stumbled but didn't fall.
His chest heaved his hearthammering against his ribs.
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This was his last chance,captain Smith's side.
His gaze flickered over Barry beforesettling into something unreadable.
Then he said, son, the Titanic isthe most advanced ship ever built.
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She's unsinkable
Barry's stomach twisted.
No, she's not.
You don't understand.
People will die.
Please, you have to believe me.
A flicker of something close topity crossed the captain's face,
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but disappeared just as quickly.
There's nothing to worry about.
He said steadily.
Titanic.
It is the safest vessel to ever set sail.
We're well equipped with thefinest crew in the world.
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Rest easy.
Lad.
Barry felt like the air hadbeen knocked from his lungs.
His hands trembled, but
Captain Smith.
He tilted his head slightly, thengave us slow, deliberate nod.
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Good day.
And then he turned just like that.
Barry watched helplessly as thecaptain strode up, the gangway
disappearing into the ship.
The Titanic was leaving and he had failed.
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Perry stood near the docks,chest heaving throat, raw
hands, clenched at his sides.
No one had listened.
Not the passengers, not the sailors, notthe dock workers, not even the captain.
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He tried God, how he tried,he shouted himself, hoarse,
pleaded with strangers,grabbed its sleeves.
Try to shake sense intomen who wouldn't be swayed.
He'd warned them all andnone of it had mattered.
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Reality pressed down on him like aweight, he could barely hold his legs,
felt weak as he took a few steps back,stumbling towards his abandoned bicycle.
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Around him, the murmurof the crowd carried on.
Passengers boarding
families sang their final farewells else
dark hands, finishing their tasks
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just another morning.
But for Barry, it feltlike the end of the world.
Then a deep.
Commanding blasts split the air,
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the Titanic's horn bellowed through theharbor, sending a shiver down his spine.
The sound was vinyl, unstoppable.
Fate itself.
Ropes were released.
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The gangway pulled away
with a great churning of water.
The Titanic.
Began to move.
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Harry turned and walked up thewinding path toward the cliffs,
dragging his bicycle by his side.
His movements slow, numb.
He didn't want to watch,but he couldn't look away.
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At the top, he stood at the edge.
The salty wind whipping at his coat.
The morning sun
gleaming off the rippling sea
below the Titanic calf through the water.
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Immense and untouchable.
Its massive hole reflected the light.
Towering smokestacks
below in gray, plumes into the sky.
It looked like a city adrift on the waves,
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a kingdom of steel and grandeur.
It looked invincible, andyet Barry knew the truth.
Beneath that mighty ship,
beneath the calm Atlanticfate was waiting.
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He'd done everything he couldand it hadn't been enough.
The Titanic sailed toward the open sea.
Toward the horizon
toward disaster.
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Barry turned away and walked home.
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Days past, Perry barely spoke.
He drifted through his routinelike a ghost, barely eating,
barely acknowledging anyone.
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Most of his time was spent alone in hiscottage, staring through the Salt Street
window at the rolling Sea, watching thewaves move ceaselessly toward the horizon.
In the same direction the Titanic had gone
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in town.
He was a joke.
Did you hear about Barry?
The poor lads lost his mind.
Still dreaming about icebergs.
Are ya Barry,
tell us.
Can you see next week's weather too?
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Men chuckled over their pints.
Women whispered behind their hands.
Even the dock workers who'd onceignored him, smirked when he passed.
Barry didn't fight back,didn't shout, didn't argue.
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What was the point?
He'd screamed at thembefore pleaded warned them,
but
they'd laughed.
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It was a cold April morning whenBarry forced himself to go into town
having avoided it for days, unableto face their laughter and disbelief.
The air was heavy with the centerof rain, and the streets were
still damp from an early shower.
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The usual morning bustle filled the air.
Merchants setting up stalls,dock hands, unloading crates.
The distant cries ofseagulls circling overhead.
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Barry walked with his head, low boots,splashing through puddles, ignoring
the occasional sideways glance.
He told himself he didn't care anymore.
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Then when he reached theheart of the town, he saw it.
A group of men stood outsidethe post office huddled around
a fresh stack of newspapers.
Their voices were hushed.
Their faces grim.
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A strange silence hung over them.
Barry frowned slowing his steps.
Something wasn't right.
One of the men turned the paper in hishands revealing the bold black headline
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that seemed to scream off the page.
Titanic Lost at sea.
Hundreds dead.
Barry stopped breathing the worldaround him, blurred for a moment.
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He couldn't move, couldn't think,
couldn't feel anything except thedeep crushing weight in his chest.
A tremor ran through hishands as he stumbled forward.
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His boots scraping against thewet cobblestone he reached for the
paper, but his fingers hesitatedjust inches from it, as if touching.
It would somehow make it more real.
The words.
Swam before his eyes,
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the ship had hit an iceberg.
The unsinkable had sunk just ashe'd for seen, just as he'd warned
Barry staggered backward, his stomachtwisting while rising in his throat.
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The laughter, the cheers, thedismissive pats on the shoulder.
They all came rushingback, the fishmonger smirk.
The father gently leadinghis daughter away.
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The sailor gripping hisshoulder, shoving him aside.
The captain, steady, unwaveringvoice, Titanic is un Singapore.
They were all wrong.
He'd been right, but it didn't matter.
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They were gone.
The faces from his dreamflashed in his mind.
The crying mother clutchingher baby, the panicked men.
Scrambling for lifeboats.
The ones who never had a chance,
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they were real
and they were dead.
Barry's knees felt weak.
He reached out, gripping the woodenpost for market stall to study himself.
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But his vision swam his breathcoming in, shallow, uneven goss.
Somebody nearby muttered aprayer under their breath.
Another man shook his head solemnly,
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but no one was laughing.
Now.
Barry closed his eyes.
The nightmare had come true.
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For weeks, Perry wrestled with guilt.
The weight of it pressed on him dayand night, a constant suffocating
presence that refused to lift.
He'd seen it clear asday as real as memory.
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Yet when he tried to stopit, he'd been powerless.
He spent nights flying awake, staringat the rough wooden beams of his
cottage ceiling, listening to the windrattle, the Salt Street window pane.
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Should he have done more?
Could he have fought harder?
Shouted louder.
Forced them to listen.
Would it have made any difference
over and over again?
His mind replayed the same moments.
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His hands gripping the captain'ssleeve, his voice breaking as he
pleaded with the crowd, the laughter,the dismissive shakes of the head.
And then the headline, the final proofthat he'd been right, but too late.
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The knowledge of what happened nwd at him,
like a wound
that refused to heal.
Had the dream been a warningmeant to stop the disaster,
or had it been a cruel trick offate forcing him to watch tragedy
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unfold with no way to prevent
it?
Was there any point in seeing thefuture if no one would believe it?
One evening as the sun dippedlow over the sea, Barry found
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himself wandering near the church.
Its stone walls glowingorange in the fading light.
He hadn't planned to come here.
But something had drawn him
outside.
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An old priest stood on the steps.
His hands folded in front of him ashe gazed at the horizon where the last
tracers of daylight melted into the waves.
He was a quiet man.
Father Cullen known forlistening more than he spoke.
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Known for his patience.
Barry hesitated for a long momentbefore finally stepping forward.
The priest turned his sharpeyes softening when he saw him.
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Barry.
Barry let out a slow breath.
His voice was hollow.
When he finally spoke,I tried to warn them.
The priest said nothing waiting.
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Perry swallowed his throat dry.
I screamed it in the streets.
I told the captain himself and still.
It happened.
Father Cullen studied him.
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His face lined with time and wisdom.
He didn't look surprised.
You can't force people to listen.
Barry, he said softly.
Even when you see what they can't.
Even when you know what they refuseto believe, Barry clenched his
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fists feeling anger and sorrowtangled together inside him.
But I saw it.
I knew
I tried and it changed nothing.
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The priest nodded.
That's the burden of knowing.
Barry looked away,
his gaze drifting toward the sea.
A light wind stirred the air,
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carrying the distance sound ofwaves crashing against the cliffs.
Father Cullen stepped down from thechurch steps standing beside him.
His voice was gentle, but firm
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premonitions don't come with power.
Barry only knowledge he can't stab him.
And knowledge alone changes nothing.
If the world isn't willing to hear it,
Barry's breath hit slightly, thenwhat's the point of knowing he whispered
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the side Because someone has to see
Barry felt something twist inside him.
But how do you live with it?
He asked his voice barely above a whisper.
The priest exhaled lookingonce more toward the horizon.
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You speak the truth, Barry,and then you let it be.
For a long time, neither of them spoke
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The sky above them darkened to twilight.
The first stars flickering to life.
Perry looked up at them feelingtheir cold, distant light.
The same light that had watched overthe sinking Titanic in his dream.
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This wasn't a gift.
It wasn't fate guiding him for a reason.
It had been a burden, a cruelweight placed on his shoulders
that he couldn't escape.
But he'd done what he could,
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and in the end, you can try to warnthe world, but you can't make it.
Listen,
all you can do is speak the truthand to live with the knowing,
and then you must go on.
The dream came to Barry Callahanin the Quiet Towers before Dawn,
it was so vivid, so real that whenhe woke, he could still feel the
icy water closing in around him.
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The screams of the doomedpassengers echoing in his ears.
This wasn't a fleetingnightmare or some abstract fear.
He'd seen it, lived it asthough he'd been there himself
(00:49):
in the dream.
It was late
near midnight.
The vast Atlantic stretchedendlessly in all directions.
A deep black abyss beneathan equally dark sky.
(01:18):
The air was bitterly cold, thekind that stiffened fingers.
And numbed skin Within moments
overhead, a billion stars burned fiercely.
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Their sharp brilliance
undisturbed by clouds or moonlight.
They were the only light in the sky.
The ocean was eerily, still
unnaturally calm, like glass,
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no wind,
no waves.
Just silence.
An unsettling quiet that lulledeveryone into a full sense of security,
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this deceptive stillness,emboldened the captain
who saw it as an opportunity.
With no waves to slow them.
He pushed the Titanic forward atfull speed, eager to break records
(02:52):
and prove its invincibility.
The warnings of ice inthe area were dismissed.
The ship was unsinkable after all.
Pressure from investors.
And the desire to makeheadlines drove him forward,
(03:15):
blinding him to the lurking danger ahead.
The sea offered no resistance, no warningripples against the lurking ice, only
the illusion of an unbroken safe passage.
(03:42):
Then the sound, a resoundinggrinding screech as the
iceberg tore through the hull.
A sound so unnatural.
It sent a shudder through Barry's bones.
(04:10):
It wasn't an explosion or a crash.
It was a death nail.
The ship lurched watched
a strange shuttering jolt.
That rattled chandeliers,knocked glasses from tables,
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but then nothing.
A pause.
A silence.
Stretching.
Too long,
a full sense of security.
Passengers glanced at one another,puzzled waiting for reassurance.
(05:05):
Some peered outta their cabins, seeingnothing but the same Calm night.
Others laughed nervously, makinguneasy jokes about the unsinkable ship.
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Put below decks, water rushed in.
And then as if a spell hadbeen broken, chaos erupted.
A steward, his face pale,ran up the grand staircase,
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put on your life belts.
Orders were shouted.
The engine stopped,
the tech tilted so slightlyat first that no one noticed.
Until suddenly they did.
(06:13):
Then the running began,people shoved, screamed, half
dressed, clutching children.
Dragging loved ones.
The lifeboats.
There were not enough.
(06:39):
A woman sobbed pressing ababy into an officer's arms.
Please take him.
Please take him
another man.
Pleaded gripping a lifeboat'sedge, begging to be let on
(07:02):
an officer held him back.
Women and children first,
a young man made a desperate jump leapingover the railing into the plaque sea
below, taking his chances with the water.
Rather than be swallowedby the sinking ship,
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screams, cries, chaos.
The dick tilted faster now.
A terrible groan echoed throughit, metal twisting, tearing apart,
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and then the final deafening crack,
the Titanic broke into.
Barry saw people flung into the air,vanishing into the dark, icy void
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The Atlantic rushed in, claiming the ship,
pulling it down, down, down.
The music of the band faded.
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The screams grew weaker.
The stars burned on cold and indifferent.
Then the water.
(09:00):
Swallowed Barry two.
He sat, bolt up right in bed,breath ragged, skin damp with sweat.
The dream was so vivid, so real, andit left behind a dreadful certainty
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that clung to him like a second skin.
This
wasn't just a nightmare.
It was a warning
deep in his bones.
He knew something terriblewas going to happen.
(09:46):
His chest heaved, his pulse hammering.
The images burned behind his eyes.
The iceberg, the jolt,the chaos, the screams,
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the ship vanishing into the abyss.
It didn't fade like a dream.
It felt like a memory of somethingthat hadn't happened yet.
(10:30):
Beside him, his alarmclock ticked steadily.
Its hands creeping towards six.
A cold, unrelenting reminderof how little time remained.
(10:56):
Barry Plinked, the smallwindow opposite his bed.
Its class clouded with streaksof salt blown in from the sea.
No matter how often he wiped it down,the salt always returned, leaving a faint
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film that blurred the outside world.
But today, that haze felt suffocating.
Like an omen, likesomething was closing in.
He swung his legs out of bed, barefeet hitting the cold wooden floor.
(11:43):
His room was in a disarray.
Papers scattered an oldfishing rod propped.
Haphazardly against the wall.
A half drunk cup of tea leftforgotten on the window sill
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his boots lay tossed at the foot of thebed, half covered by a pile of newspapers.
The faint glow of dying embers inthe did nothing to warm the air.
None of it matter.
All that mattered was the Titanic.
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The Great ship had arrived inQueenstown yesterday, anchoring
in the Harbor for only a few hours
it had taken on its final.
Passengers, family, families,dreamers, souls bound for.
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Unaware.
They were stepping aboard a doomedvessel, and today it would leave.
Today it would sail toward disaster.
Barry's hands trembled as hegrabbed his trousers from the
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chair, yanking them on roughly.
He pulled his shirt over his head.
The fabric cold from the early morning air
then threw on his thick wool unco.
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The button slipped betweenhis fingers as he them.
His heart hammering so loudlyhe could hear it in his ears.
They had to listen somehow.
He had to stop them.
(13:55):
Barry shoved the door open
the morning air, hit himlike a slap sharp briny,
carrying the distant crashof waves against the rocks.
(14:18):
Leaning against the side ofthe cottage stood his bicycle
its frame slick with a thin sheen of dew.
He grabbed the handlebars, swungone leg over, and kicked off
down the dirt path toward town.
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Barry Pedaled as fastas his legs would go,
barely in control.
As the bicycle bounced andjolted over the uneven trek,
his breath came in ragged, GOPs.
His chest burning with exertion,
(15:17):
the landscape blurred.
Rolling green fields, stone walls,the distant shimmer of the sea,
but none of it registered
A puddle splash cold water up his legs.
(15:39):
Soaking the hem of his trousers.
The wheels skidded in the mud.
The frame rattling beneath him,
but he tightened his gripand pushed harder faster.
(16:06):
A flock of sheep stood by the roadside.
Their dull eyes unbothereduntil he barreled toward them
startled.
They scattered
hooves flooding over the wet grass.
(16:28):
Barry barely noticed.
The path curved sharply as he nearedtown dirt, giving way to cobblestone
(16:51):
the bicycle, jolted beneath him,the vibrations shaking his bones.
But he didn't slow.
His heart pounded
arms aching from rippingthe handlebars too tightly.
(17:12):
The houses and shops rushedpast fishermen uploading crates.
Dock doc workers laughingover morning tea.
Children kicking a ball into the street.
They had no idea.
(17:36):
Then as he burst onto thedockside, he saw it, the Titanic,
the massive ship loomed over the harbor.
Rising above the bustling port,like an unstoppable force.
(17:59):
Its black hull, gleaned itstowering smokestacks, belching
steam into the crisp morning air.
A fresh wave of panic crashedthrough Barry's chest.
She was still here for now, but soon.
(18:21):
She'd be gone.
Perry swerved past a cart nowonly avoiding a stack of barrels
(18:45):
as he reached the dock.
The bicycle wobbled beneath him.
Wheels struggling for grip.
The moment the ground evenedout, he jumped off letting the
bicycle clutter behind him.
(19:10):
He had no time to care.
Wait.
Stop, he shouted.
His voice horse, his lungs burning
people turned around,blinking in confusion.
(19:40):
Barry ran the first person hesaw a broad shoulder fishmonger.
Stacking crates of herring,
wild dyed and panting.
He grabbed the man's sleeve.
You have to listen the Titanic.
(20:02):
She's going to sink
the fishmonger.
Gave him a wary look.
Half amused, half concerned.
You've been at the drink early.
Have your Barry Barryshook his head violently?
No.
(20:22):
I saw it.
In a dream, hundreds, thousands will die.
We have to warn them.
The fish mongers expression darkened.
He glanced the great ship in the harbor.
Then back at Perry.
(20:44):
It is a fine ship.
Lad strongest one everbuilt your spout nonsense.
Heat rose to paris's face.
It's not nonsense, it's real.
The iceberg tears through thehull, the ship will go down and
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there won't be enough lifeboats.
The fish bunker held upper hand.
All right, now calm yourself.
You'll scare the passengerswith talk like that.
Barry didn't have time for this.
He turned scanning the dogside, searching for someone.
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Anyone who'd listen.
A family stood near the gangway.
A man, his wife, their youngdaughter, clutching a doll.
Barry rushed toward them.
You can't get on the ship's going to sink.
(21:58):
The mother pulled her daughter close.
The father frowned.
Excuse me.
The Titanic, it's doomed.
It'll hit an iceberg, please.
You have to believe me.
(22:20):
The man chuckled nervouslyshifting uncomfortably.
Oh lad, you are mistaken.
She's unsinkable thesafest ship ever built.
Barry shook his head, no, it's not.
(22:41):
If you get on, you'll all right.
Right.
The man muttered ushering his family away.
Let's not scare the child.
Frantic Barry turned again.
His eyes darting through the crowd.
(23:02):
He grabbed a dog worker by the arm.
Please, please, you have to help me.
I have to warn them.
The man yanked his arm back.
Scowling warn who about what?
(23:23):
Barry struggled for.
Breath the Titanic.
It's not safe.
It's going to sink.
The dock worker stared at him,
then laughed.
Plant.
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That ship has double holesand watertight compartments.
She's built to withstand anything.
Even if she hid something,she'd stay afloat.
There's no safer ship in the world.
He shook his head and turned away gohome before you scare the passengers.
(24:08):
He left.
Barry shaking, helpless, his pulsepounded his hands curling into fists.
No one believed him.
The Titanic was still waiting to leave.
(24:33):
No one was listening.
Then across the bustling dock he saw him.
The only man who could stop it.
Captain Edward Smith.
(24:54):
The master of the Titanic stood nearthe gangway overseeing final inspections
even among the throng ofdock workers and passengers.
He was unmistakable a tour commandingfigure in a crisp navy blue
uniform, a toned with gold braiding.
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His cap sat neatly on top of hissilver, white hair, his thick beard
framing a face carved by years at sea.
He moved with calm authority speakingin low tones to his officers, ensuring
every last detail was in place.
(25:42):
He nodded to one of the ship's engineers.
His gaze sweeping over theTitanic's hull with quiet pride.
He was the man in charge.
If anyone could stop the ship, it was him.
(26:07):
Barry shoved through the crowd ignoringstartled gasps and muttered curses.
His legs ached.
His body trembled, but he pushedforward and then he was there.
Barry Lunged grippingthe captain's sleeve.
(26:32):
Sir, please, you must listen to me.
The Captain stiffened startled.
His blue eyes narrowed as he pulledback, straightening his uniform.
What's the meaning of this?
His voice was firm calm, butcommanding the voice of a man
(26:57):
not used to being questioned.
I saw it a premonition in my dream.
You'll hit an iceberg andthe ship will go down.
You mustn't sail
a strong hand clampedonto Barry's shoulder.
(27:20):
That's enough lad.
A sailor yanked him back, shovinghim away from the captain.
Barry stumbled but didn't fall.
His chest heaved his hearthammering against his ribs.
(27:41):
This was his last chance,captain Smith's side.
His gaze flickered over Barry beforesettling into something unreadable.
Then he said, son, the Titanic isthe most advanced ship ever built.
(28:02):
She's unsinkable
Barry's stomach twisted.
No, she's not.
You don't understand.
People will die.
Please, you have to believe me.
A flicker of something close topity crossed the captain's face,
(28:25):
but disappeared just as quickly.
There's nothing to worry about.
He said steadily.
Titanic.
It is the safest vessel to ever set sail.
We're well equipped with thefinest crew in the world.
(28:45):
Rest easy.
Lad.
Barry felt like the air hadbeen knocked from his lungs.
His hands trembled, but
Captain Smith.
He tilted his head slightly, thengave us slow, deliberate nod.
(29:13):
Good day.
And then he turned just like that.
Barry watched helplessly as thecaptain strode up, the gangway
disappearing into the ship.
The Titanic was leaving and he had failed.
(29:45):
Perry stood near the docks,chest heaving throat, raw
hands, clenched at his sides.
No one had listened.
Not the passengers, not the sailors, notthe dock workers, not even the captain.
(30:10):
He tried God, how he tried,he shouted himself, hoarse,
pleaded with strangers,grabbed its sleeves.
Try to shake sense intomen who wouldn't be swayed.
He'd warned them all andnone of it had mattered.
(30:37):
Reality pressed down on him like aweight, he could barely hold his legs,
felt weak as he took a few steps back,stumbling towards his abandoned bicycle.
(30:59):
Around him, the murmurof the crowd carried on.
Passengers boarding
families sang their final farewells else
dark hands, finishing their tasks
(31:20):
just another morning.
But for Barry, it feltlike the end of the world.
Then a deep.
Commanding blasts split the air,
(31:54):
the Titanic's horn bellowed through theharbor, sending a shiver down his spine.
The sound was vinyl, unstoppable.
Fate itself.
Ropes were released.
(32:17):
The gangway pulled away
with a great churning of water.
The Titanic.
Began to move.
(32:44):
Harry turned and walked up thewinding path toward the cliffs,
dragging his bicycle by his side.
His movements slow, numb.
He didn't want to watch,but he couldn't look away.
(33:30):
At the top, he stood at the edge.
The salty wind whipping at his coat.
The morning sun
gleaming off the rippling sea
below the Titanic calf through the water.
(33:55):
Immense and untouchable.
Its massive hole reflected the light.
Towering smokestacks
below in gray, plumes into the sky.
It looked like a city adrift on the waves,
(34:18):
a kingdom of steel and grandeur.
It looked invincible, andyet Barry knew the truth.
Beneath that mighty ship,
beneath the calm Atlanticfate was waiting.
(34:47):
He'd done everything he couldand it hadn't been enough.
The Titanic sailed toward the open sea.
Toward the horizon
toward disaster.
(35:13):
Barry turned away and walked home.
(35:51):
Days past, Perry barely spoke.
He drifted through his routinelike a ghost, barely eating,
barely acknowledging anyone.
(36:11):
Most of his time was spent alone in hiscottage, staring through the Salt Street
window at the rolling Sea, watching thewaves move ceaselessly toward the horizon.
In the same direction the Titanic had gone
(36:36):
in town.
He was a joke.
Did you hear about Barry?
The poor lads lost his mind.
Still dreaming about icebergs.
Are ya Barry,
tell us.
Can you see next week's weather too?
(37:00):
Men chuckled over their pints.
Women whispered behind their hands.
Even the dock workers who'd onceignored him, smirked when he passed.
Barry didn't fight back,didn't shout, didn't argue.
(37:22):
What was the point?
He'd screamed at thembefore pleaded warned them,
but
they'd laughed.
(37:42):
It was a cold April morning whenBarry forced himself to go into town
having avoided it for days, unableto face their laughter and disbelief.
The air was heavy with the centerof rain, and the streets were
still damp from an early shower.
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The usual morning bustle filled the air.
Merchants setting up stalls,dock hands, unloading crates.
The distant cries ofseagulls circling overhead.
(38:32):
Barry walked with his head, low boots,splashing through puddles, ignoring
the occasional sideways glance.
He told himself he didn't care anymore.
(38:53):
Then when he reached theheart of the town, he saw it.
A group of men stood outsidethe post office huddled around
a fresh stack of newspapers.
Their voices were hushed.
Their faces grim.
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A strange silence hung over them.
Barry frowned slowing his steps.
Something wasn't right.
One of the men turned the paper in hishands revealing the bold black headline
(39:37):
that seemed to scream off the page.
Titanic Lost at sea.
Hundreds dead.
Barry stopped breathing the worldaround him, blurred for a moment.
(40:00):
He couldn't move, couldn't think,
couldn't feel anything except thedeep crushing weight in his chest.
A tremor ran through hishands as he stumbled forward.
(40:23):
His boots scraping against thewet cobblestone he reached for the
paper, but his fingers hesitatedjust inches from it, as if touching.
It would somehow make it more real.
The words.
Swam before his eyes,
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the ship had hit an iceberg.
The unsinkable had sunk just ashe'd for seen, just as he'd warned
Barry staggered backward, his stomachtwisting while rising in his throat.
(41:15):
The laughter, the cheers, thedismissive pats on the shoulder.
They all came rushingback, the fishmonger smirk.
The father gently leadinghis daughter away.
(41:35):
The sailor gripping hisshoulder, shoving him aside.
The captain, steady, unwaveringvoice, Titanic is un Singapore.
They were all wrong.
He'd been right, but it didn't matter.
(41:58):
They were gone.
The faces from his dreamflashed in his mind.
The crying mother clutchingher baby, the panicked men.
Scrambling for lifeboats.
The ones who never had a chance,
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they were real
and they were dead.
Barry's knees felt weak.
He reached out, gripping the woodenpost for market stall to study himself.
(42:42):
But his vision swam his breathcoming in, shallow, uneven goss.
Somebody nearby muttered aprayer under their breath.
Another man shook his head solemnly,
(43:05):
but no one was laughing.
Now.
Barry closed his eyes.
The nightmare had come true.
(43:38):
For weeks, Perry wrestled with guilt.
The weight of it pressed on him dayand night, a constant suffocating
presence that refused to lift.
He'd seen it clear asday as real as memory.
(44:02):
Yet when he tried to stopit, he'd been powerless.
He spent nights flying awake, staringat the rough wooden beams of his
cottage ceiling, listening to the windrattle, the Salt Street window pane.
(44:22):
Should he have done more?
Could he have fought harder?
Shouted louder.
Forced them to listen.
Would it have made any difference
over and over again?
His mind replayed the same moments.
(44:42):
His hands gripping the captain'ssleeve, his voice breaking as he
pleaded with the crowd, the laughter,the dismissive shakes of the head.
And then the headline, the final proofthat he'd been right, but too late.
(45:11):
The knowledge of what happened nwd at him,
like a wound
that refused to heal.
Had the dream been a warningmeant to stop the disaster,
or had it been a cruel trick offate forcing him to watch tragedy
(45:34):
unfold with no way to prevent
it?
Was there any point in seeing thefuture if no one would believe it?
One evening as the sun dippedlow over the sea, Barry found
(45:58):
himself wandering near the church.
Its stone walls glowingorange in the fading light.
He hadn't planned to come here.
But something had drawn him
outside.
(46:18):
An old priest stood on the steps.
His hands folded in front of him ashe gazed at the horizon where the last
tracers of daylight melted into the waves.
He was a quiet man.
Father Cullen known forlistening more than he spoke.
(46:40):
Known for his patience.
Barry hesitated for a long momentbefore finally stepping forward.
The priest turned his sharpeyes softening when he saw him.
(47:01):
Barry.
Barry let out a slow breath.
His voice was hollow.
When he finally spoke,I tried to warn them.
The priest said nothing waiting.
(47:21):
Perry swallowed his throat dry.
I screamed it in the streets.
I told the captain himself and still.
It happened.
Father Cullen studied him.
(47:43):
His face lined with time and wisdom.
He didn't look surprised.
You can't force people to listen.
Barry, he said softly.
Even when you see what they can't.
Even when you know what they refuseto believe, Barry clenched his
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fists feeling anger and sorrowtangled together inside him.
But I saw it.
I knew
I tried and it changed nothing.
(48:30):
The priest nodded.
That's the burden of knowing.
Barry looked away,
his gaze drifting toward the sea.
A light wind stirred the air,
(48:54):
carrying the distance sound ofwaves crashing against the cliffs.
Father Cullen stepped down from thechurch steps standing beside him.
His voice was gentle, but firm
(49:19):
premonitions don't come with power.
Barry only knowledge he can't stab him.
And knowledge alone changes nothing.
If the world isn't willing to hear it,
Barry's breath hit slightly, thenwhat's the point of knowing he whispered
(49:46):
the side Because someone has to see
Barry felt something twist inside him.
But how do you live with it?
He asked his voice barely above a whisper.
The priest exhaled lookingonce more toward the horizon.
(50:14):
You speak the truth, Barry,and then you let it be.
For a long time, neither of them spoke
(50:34):
The sky above them darkened to twilight.
The first stars flickering to life.
Perry looked up at them feelingtheir cold, distant light.
The same light that had watched overthe sinking Titanic in his dream.
(51:03):
This wasn't a gift.
It wasn't fate guiding him for a reason.
It had been a burden, a cruelweight placed on his shoulders
that he couldn't escape.
But he'd done what he could,
(51:26):
and in the end, you can try to warnthe world, but you can't make it.
Listen,
all you can do is speak the truthand to live with the knowing,
and then you must go on.
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