I looked over at the rows of tiny ships in bottles on my shelf. I always loved ships. I took my favorite one out and weighed it in my hand, admiring the way it rocked back and forth in the water.
“BROTHER!”
I jumped, and the ship fell to the floor. The glass bottle cracked, and water spilled out.
“Come out here!”
I sighed, and walked out to greet my brother, passing the wall calender that read 15 April 1912. The little ship was broken in half.
“What is it, Zeus?”
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