So the omnipotent dragoness used her powers to read your mind and discovered that you were part of a fringe group that believed RMS Titanic hadn't sunk,but had been towed to a secret location by J P Morgan,the filthy rich American banker,renamed and that it was all a insurance scam.
That was good enough for this all powerful dragoness and as she got the gleam in those glowing slitted reptillian eyes you realized something BAD
was about to happen and you ran for it.
Also she did the magical Hookey Pookey Dance
waved her spiky barbed tail to the
required runes
and
when you got your thoughts cleared you were a huge flamebreathing dragoness yourself,green scaled,wedged somewhat uncomfortably in the boiler room of the sinking
RMS Titanic,with a somewhat astounded JP Morgan,still in top hat and evening attire
and the more coal dust filthy black gang of the Titanic
staring up at you.
You felt awfully hot inside and breathed white hot flames on the boilers in front of you
which glowed dull red with the added heat
Suddenly the steam pressure doubled and the pumps began spewing more Atlantic water out of the sinking
liner and back into the Atlantic
The RMS Titanic raised a foot out of the waters
and her generators and steam whistles came back to life