They turned and stared at the ship. he entire front was underwater, and the back had risen toward the sky. It groaned and squeaked and sparked. Black smoke poured from its funnels, and the lights Flickered. It was like watching a fairy-tale dragon, stabbed and bleeding, fighting for its life. And finally it seemed to give up. The groaning stopped. The lights went dark. And the Titanic sank into the bubbling black water, down, down, down, down, until George closed his eyes. He couldn't make himself watch Mr. Andrews's beautiful ship disappear. A sound rose up around him, people calling help. More and more people, screaming and yelling, hundreds of voices swirling together like a howling wind. Marco pulled George away from the people and the wreckage. George couldn't believe how strong he was, how he kicked, how his arms sliced through the water.