Heart of the Stars
The Legend of the Starship TITANIC
by Cyberwulfe

The Great Fox drifted through space as its inhabitants slept. The large cruiser was the base of operations for the Star Fox mercenary team, who had lost one of their members four months ago. His name was Falco, and he had died while fighting the greatest battle of his life! A massive space fleet had attacked, bent on destroying the Lylat System, but the fourth planet, Corneria, had managed to call together a fleet of its own in the largest allegiance ever recorded. They were successful in defeating the invaders, and, at the moment, the Lylat System seemed free of tyranny.

Although Star Fox had suffered a loss, they had also gained a new member; the mercenary Wulfe Litefoot. Up until just before the battle, Wulfe had been completely blind. He had suffered injuries to his eyes while fighting on Corneria eights year ago, but now, thanks to the mystical healer Red Fox, he was seeing perfectly. He had also fought in the Battle For Lylat and survived, unlike his best friend and mentor, another wolf mercenary named Sakey Yonule. It was she who taught him the mercenary trade, and Wulfe owed her everything!

At the moment, Wulfe was connected to the Galactic Net, a network of billions of websites that came from the farthest reaches of the galaxy. It could be used to look up everything from apples, to blasters, to massive Cornerian Battleships, but it could also be used to manage finances. That was exactly what Wulfe was doing in the late hours of the evening.

After the battle was over and there was no longer a threat to Lylat, Wulfe felt the urge to get out again and return to his life as a mercenary. But he was married and had three kids. He had tainted the air in the Cornerian Air Force base with memory potion to make everyone forget that he hadn't been killed, and then added his name to the list of casualties. His wife was devastated to find out that he had died, but meanwhile Wulfe went out and joined Star Fox.

Wulfe typed in the sum of cash to transfer from his old mercenary account to that of his "late" wife's. He blinked at the bright screen. It was getting late and his eyes were tired, but he knew that he couldn't let the others know that he still had other responsibilities, such as parenting. He checked the sum again: 40, 000 credits. He grinned. That would keep his family going for a while.

He yawned and disconnected from the Net and went to bed.

The next day, the leader of the team, Fox McCloud, was sitting in the lounge of Great Fox when Wulfe stumbled in. He wished he hadn't sent the money to his family because he didn't get a lot of sleep, and he was paying for it now.

"Good morning, Wulfe," said Fox.

"Is it?" grumbled Wulfe. He plopped down on the couch next to Fox.

After losing Falco, Fox had grown very close to Wulfe, and the two talked to each other as if they were brothers," Did you have a bad night?"

"I couldn't sleep. I guess you could call that a bad night," Wulfe managed a smile.

"Oh no! Beware the morning Wulfe monster!" joked Fox.

Wulfe chuckled as well.

The other two members of Star Fox entered the room; Slippy Toad and Peppy Hare. Slippy just waved and wandered into the kitchen, but Peppy sat down in an armchair and leaned back," Boy I slept great last night! What are we doing now?"

Wulfe just grumbled again and followed Slippy into the kitchen.

"I thought we might explore that weird signal we got from sector 4-5-9," said Fox.

Peppy rubbed his chin and cleared his throat," I wonder what that was? Could just be a probe of some sort?"

"Well whatever it is we'll find out soon enough. I just hope it's not a space mine or anything. We really should take the Great Fox in for repairs."

"Yeah, but we lack a bit of this..." said Peppy, and he rubbed his fingers together as the sign for money.

Fox just nodded. There weren't really a lot of work for a mercenary in a free system, and the war with Venom had been over for eight years. They were running on empty, barely able to buy fuel for Great Fox or food for themselves.

"What?! We're out of mock chicken loaf?" Wulfe shouted from the kitchen. He stormed out into the lounge," That's it! I'm taking my ship and going shopping!"

"With what...?" said Peppy, rubbing his fingers together again.

"I've got a stash somewhere. I just need to dip into it for a few credits, that's all."

"Do you have enough to fix up the Great Fox?" asked Fox, still eager to get his father's ship up to par.

"I doubt the king has enough credits to fix the Great Fox," joked Wulfe. He knew how beat up and battered the ship was. It was over ten years old and had gone through several battles and a three-year war. Its once gray hull was pockmarked with battle scars and small holes where lasers and missiles had impacted.

Peppy chuckled at Wulfe's joke, but Fox remained serious. He knew that if he lost this ship he would lose all memories of his father, who had been killed by Venom before the Androssian War began. Peppy was right there to watch, and it would stick in his mind forever.

There was a trail of smoke coming from the kitchen and a loud shriek as Slippy ran out," I burned them! I burned them!"

"What?" asked Wulfe, still hungry and eager to eat.

"The waffles! I hope you like waffle á la briquette!"

Wulfe growled," Now what are we going to eat?"

"We'd better find a starbase and do some shopping. Wulfe, I think you should so more than just "dip" into your little stash."

"How far is `more than just dip?'" asked Wulfe.

Wulfe put his hand to his forehead as he watched the fuel pump count up the number of credits owed for each gallon of fuel. It was up to 23, 000 and still rising. Wulfe checked his credit account, which was safe for now at 76, 000, but after Slippy and Peppy returned with the food and supplies he was sure that it would soon be less than 20, 000.

"Would you stop looking at that thing," said Fox," You're starting to make me worry!"

"Hey, this is all coming out of my pocket. Next time you're paying, and I'm going to buy myself something nice!"

"Like a dress?" Fox giggled.

Wulfe just gave him a nasty look and smiled as the pump stopped. The Great Fox's tank was full and the till said 26, 000. Wulfe paid the pump droid and then started walking towards the promenade deck.

"Where are you going?" asked Fox. He took a few quick steps after Wulfe.

"To find Slippy and the Pepster. How do you expect them to pay for all of their stuff?"

Fox just shrugged and leaned against the wall beside the pump.

With the supplies aboard, which cost less than Wulfe had thought, the Great Fox was off to sector 4-5-9 to see what the strange disturbance was. Wulfe was enjoying a movie and eating hot buttered popcorn when Slippy came in," What are you watching?"

"Space Armada. It's about a pilot who was supposed to be the best in his military, but finally met his match. It's pretty cheesy but the special effects are really nifty!" replied Wulfe. He tossed a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth and kept his gaze on the screen.

"I think I saw that one a few years ago. It was pretty good, but the ending sucked."

Wulfe looked at him," What do you expect! Nobody has ever experienced a trip through a black hole before! They did a bad job of assuming, but like I said, the effects were good."

Slippy just shook his head and went into the kitchen.

Fox came in and sat next to Wulfe," Space Armada, huh? I love this one."

Wulfe grinned. At least someone around here had good taste. He offered some popcorn to Fox, who eagerly grabbed a handful. Wulfe pulled the bowl back and kept munching.

"How long until we come out of hyperspace?" asked Wulfe after swallowing.

"About forty minutes. I heard no one's ever explored this far out, that may be what that signal was. A probe of some sort?" guessed Fox.

"What better way to put off exploring; send out a probe to do a man's job!" said Wulfe," We should go into exploring and find someone who will pay us for our discoveries."

"That would be nice, but anything not explored in this galaxy is apparently not worth exploring. Our cash flow would be as slim as it is now."

Wulfe just nodded. The idea of swimming through credits made him tingle with excitement, but he was sure he'd never get to do anything like that. Unless he was invited to the king's treasure vault... and bring his bathing suit!

Wulfe lost track of time as he sat back to enjoy the end of Space Armada. They would soon be in sector 4-5-9.

The alarm went off three seconds before they exited hyperspace. Wulfe jumped up to the main viewport, eager to see first what it was that had lured them here. Maybe an ambush of ships. He was eager to get in his fighter and start shooting. He had been sitting around since the Battle for Lylat, and he was starting to get anxious.

There was nothing. A blank, empty space. Wulfe sighed and drooped his ears.

"Nothing!" he said.

"I'm getting that signal again. It looks like an old SOS transmitter of some sort," said Slippy.

"What would one of those be doing all the way out here?" asked Peppy.

"Grab it with the tractor beam, Slip. We'll check it out," ordered Fox.

"You got it!"

The small satellite was dragged into the Great Fox's main hanger bay and the team went to see what it was. The old, cylindrical transmitter was scorched black and battered, but amazingly still worked. Peppy took a computer to analyze it, and when he did he got a startling surprise.

"This thing has been transmitting for over eighty years," he gasped.

"What?" said Wulfe.

"How could it get way out here?" asked Fox.

"I'm not sure," said Peppy," Maybe they did try exploring this part of the galaxy, only the ship got lost and launched an SOS transmitter?"

"Look at it. I haven't seen one of these since I went o the museum on Corneria all those years ago," said Fox. He leaned over and put his hands on it. It was still freezing from being out in space, but the rough metal reminded Fox of being with his father. He had taken Fox to see the probes at the museum, and now he had his own.

"We should see what else it can tell us about where it came from," said Peppy.

He opened a door in the side of the satellite and plugged the computer into a port inside. He waited as the two technologies, separated by eighty years of advancements, decided whether they were compatible, and then characters began to scroll across the read-out screen:

SOS SOS SOS SOS WE ARE GOING DOWN PLEASE HELP NOT MUCH TIME CAPTAIN SAYS TWO HOURS AT MOST PLEASE RESPOND ANYONE WE ARE GOING DOWN

"Well that was strange," said Wulfe.

"Beyond strange!' added Slippy.

Fox was examining the side of the transmitter, when his eyes fell upon some text. They were painted black, and most of it had faded off, but Fox managed to make out the figures "Sta" and "Tita." Fox rotated his eyes around in their sockets, pondering the words, and then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open," Guys! Think! What ship went down eighty years ago? It took two hours before it was destroyed? There were barely any survivors to tell the tale?"

"The Starship TITANIC!" gasped Peppy.

"Of course!" said Slippy.

"Do you guys mind telling me what you're talking about?" said Wulfe.

"You've never heard of Titanic?" asked Fox.

"Uh, I guess they skipped that part in mercenary 101."

Peppy shook his head," It was the most beautiful and luxurious ship ever built. Over eight-hundred feet long. She was supposed to travel through the stars... and beyond! But on her maiden voyage she crashed into a stray asteroid and disappeared into a black hole."

"But she went down over a hundred light years from here," said Fox.

"The black hole must have emptied out around here," replied Slippy.

Wulfe was still confused. Titanic. Luxurious. Asteroid. Black hole. He was about to speak when Fox piped up," Hey! If we found that ship we'd be rich! Think of what it would be worth to the right people."

"Yeah, then we could fix the Great Fox," said Peppy.

"And buy some food!" said Slippy.

Wulfe smiled. The thought of swimming through credits had returned, only this time he was more positive about it actually happening.

"I've got something!" cried Slippy.

The four Star Fox members had been flying around in their fighters searching the area while the Great Fox scanned for any signs of wreckage.

"What is it?" asked Fox.

"Looks like a part of an engine or something? It might be the power coupling. It sure is huge!"

Slippy buzzed past the metal leviathan and dropped a yellow dye marker, making the piece of wreckage easier to see in the darkness of space. There was now a visible trail of smaller debris leading out from where Slippy had found the power coupling. The Star Fox team followed it, eagerly awaiting what they would find.

"Hey! Look at that!" shouted Wulfe.

The team flew to his position. There, floating in space, was a huge piece of armour plating. It was roughly eight meters long and three meters wide. Wulfe whooped," We're getting close!"

They continued along and encountered many others large pieces of debris, including a large portion of the ship itself. It had windows and five decks and was surrounded by debris, but still no sign of the main part of the ship. There were, however, several large pieces of asteroid rock floating amongst the wreckage now.

Wulfe's sensors went crazy. He twisted a dial to adjust them and got a large sonar picture of something looming up ahead, just five kilometers away," Uh, guys. I think I've got something big!"

"Where?" asked Fox.

"Five kilometers away, at mark 0.68," replied Wulfe.

"I copy. Everyone converge on those coordinates!"

The fighters now gained more speed, avoiding debris as they approached the signal. Peppy's eyes widened as they came within two kilometers," Uh guys! Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"I don't believe it!" gasped Slippy.

Wulfe ran his fingers through his hair and stared dead ahead. There before him was a massive ship; or what was left of a massive ship. The mid section was missing, as was the rest of the ship, but the front section appeared to be intact.

"This is incredible!" said Peppy.

"Let's get closer. Call Great Fox in, Slip," said Fox.

As Slippy sent a remote message to their droid, ROB, the four fighters flew closer to the wreck.

"I'll take the port side," said Wulfe.

"I'll take starboard," said Peppy.

"Slippy and I will fly over it. We'll meet you on the other end," said Fox.

The fighters split up and went their separate ways.

"This is interesting. There's a huge gash in the side of the ship," reported Peppy," I looks to be about three-hundred feet long."

"I'm having fun over here too," said Wulfe," There's a lot of folding of the steel plates. Looks like she had a wild ride through that black hole."

"The top section is totally destroyed," reported Fox," It looks like it was totally stripped of any protrusions while it went through the black hole."

"There's not much here," said Slippy.

Star Fox regrouped at the end of the ship's forward section. They peered into the darkness of the decks where the break in the hull had occurred. The jagged pieces of steel and wooden floor paneling stuck out at odd angles, telling novels about what had happened to the once great ship.

"Would you look at that thing. She's a... well a wreck!' said Wulfe.

"What were you expecting?" asked Fox," A perfect prize?"

"I was expecting better than this. Even the stern is gone!"

"No it's not. Look!" said Slippy.

Off in the distance, a mere one-hundred meters away, sat a large gray shape," That's the stern alright!" said Peppy.

The fighters ignored the forward section for the moment to explore their new prize. The stern looked even worse than the bow section. It was all chewed up and mangled, as if it had gone through a food processor before being spat out the other end of the black hole. The engines were bent and broken, and two of them hung out of the hull. Wulfe ran his fingers through his hair again, still in total disbelief as to what they had discovered.

"I think we hit the jackpot," he said.

There was a lot of cheering afterwards. They made several trips back and forth examining every part of the ship from their fighters. Wulfe was very excited. Never in all of his years had he had so much fun, and with a big piece of junk!

Great Fox finally arrived and the team landed their fighters to plan their next move.

"Just think of how much this stuff will be worth!" said Wulfe," It's practically all in one piece!"

"Except that it's in three pieces!" said Peppy," How do you expect us to cash in on something so bulky?"

"We should take some stuff back with us to prove we found it, but nothing that would suggest the location," suggested Fox," Then we'll take someone out to see the wreck."

"But they don't get to see anything until we get a contract for a few million!" said Wulfe.

The others nodded and mumbled in agreement, each dreaming of the wealth that lay hidden in the depths of the wreck.

The next day, Star Fox flew a small shuttle out to the wreck and put on zero-G suits. After the airlock was sealed, Fox opened the main hatch that led out into space. Wulfe grinned. He had spent many hours inside a suit such as the one he wore now, and was therefore voted to lead the team into the wreck. He waved to the rest of the team as a signal to follow him and then launched himself out the hatch and let himself float to the wreck.

He grabbed a jagged piece of metal and swung down onto the wooden deck that hadn't felt the tread of feet in over eighty years. Wulfe grinned to himself and licked his lips. What a great feeling it was. The others joined him and they continued their trek down the hall. There wasn't much to see, and most of the doors had been ripped out of the walls. Debris lay everywhere, and Wulfe and the others were forced to step over large items such as tables and chairs.

Slippy gasped inside his helmet as he saw a flashing silver bowl. He bent over to pick it up and grasped it in his hands. He held it up to examine it closely. Each team member had agreed to take one thing, and Slippy had found his.

Wulfe continued to lead his way through the ship. Since he knew nothing the layout he had no idea as to where he was going, but just felt like exploring. It was like a new adventure; something to relieve the boredom of the past few weeks. He stepped into a large room and looked around. There was what looked to be the remains of a wooden staircase that led upwards where the deck and metal plating was torn to shreds. He tried to imagine how this grand staircase had looked before it was destroyed, but could not. At the top of the stairs there was a clock set into the wall. Wulfe looked at it. It was a beautiful old clock that was stuck at a time: 2:17.

Fox had overturned a large piece of wood to find a pocket watch. He picked it up. It read 2:36. After comparing it to the clock on the wall Fox determined that the time of the ship's disaster was correct, and that the ship has been swallowed by the black hole around 2:15 in the morning. He slid the watch into a pouch on his suit and continued along.

Peppy was carrying a small flight of wooden stair steps under his arm and seemed to be happy with his prize, but Wulfe was still empty-handed. They kept walking down the halls, trying to avoid wrecked sections where there was practically no hallway to walk through at all. Finally, after what seemed like forty minutes they walked out onto the bridge. There was nothing left. Something has apparently smashed the bridge to pieces and it was now nothing more than a shredded mess of metal. Wulfe looked at the floor and saw a piece of the ship's wheel and engine telegraph. Back before the days where you could just send a message straight to the engine room you sent a signal down by switching the lever to the right speed, which then registered on the other end: the telegraph in the engine room.

Wulfe picked up the brass lever, which still shone like the day it was made. He held it with both hands and made another hand sign with his left arm. The team turned around and returned to their shuttle.

The trip back was as exciting as the trip to the front of the ship. They saw new things that they had missed, including one of the giant power couplings which had apparently crashed through the ship and now sat in a large room full of cushioned chairs. The old mirrors had long since broken and glass shards floated around the room like sharp snowflakes.

The shuttle came into view and Wulfe leaped for it. He grabbed the handrail and pulled himself inside. He tossed a towcable to the team, still on board the wreck, and they pulled themselves along it to the open door. Once safely inside the atmosphere of the interior they began to converse about their discoveries.

"That was incredible!" began Fox.

"Yeah. To think we're the first to walk her decks in such a long time," said Peppy.

"It was really fun!" said Slippy.

Peppy and Wulfe removed their zero-G suits. They placed their prizes against the wall and made their way to the cockpit.

"Nice trip, huh?" asked Wulfe.

"Yeah," said Peppy," Now we just need to find someone who will actually pay us for it."

"You don't seem too happy about it," said Fox.

"Well, technically we're now grave robbers. But hey, it keeps food on the table, right?"

Fox nodded. Slippy was still admiring his silver bowl, now finally being able to touch it with his flippers," I wonder what this would be worth?"

"Trust me, Slip. With that you could probably build us two more Landmasters!" joked Peppy.

Wulfe lay on his bed in his quarters, thinking about what had happened that day. Since he had left Corneria and his family behind he had been doing a lot of thinking, which was a change from his old, reckless mercenary life. He used to rush in with guns blazing without worrying about the consequences, but after becoming a husband and father with greater responsibilities he was forced to think before he acted. It was something he still did now.

He crossed his legs on the bed and thought about the Titanic. He still didn't know anything about the ship itself, or why it had been destroyed. It was all a mystery to him. There must be a way to figure it out, he said to himself. Then he remembered the Galactic Net. It had everything on it that could possibly be looked up or researched. It was his best bet for finding out about the ship as well as what had happened to make it a wreck.

He got up and walked over to his computer terminal and switched it on. After waiting for it to boot up he moved the cursor over the Galactic Net icon and was ready to click when his doorbell buzzed. Wulfe frowned.

"Come in," he said.

The door opened and Peppy came inside," Hey Wulfe. We're getting ready to leave soon. I thought you might like to take another look at her before we go."

"Yeah, sure," replied Wulfe. He shut off his computer and left the room with Peppy.

On the bridge of Great Fox, the four Star Fox members looked out at the wreck. It still floated in the same position as when they first laid eyes on it. Wulfe looked with the wonder of a child. He still wanted to know what had happened to this ship.

Fox reached down and pressed a button. A small missile fired out and flew straight at the ship. It impacted and exploded, leaving a bright yellow mark on the side of the ship.

"That dye marker should make it easier to see from a distance. Darn, why they painted it dark gray was beyond me!" said Fox.

Wulfe took one last quick look at the yellow stain as the Great Fox turned away and entered hyperspace. He would find out soon enough.

The team sat in a round booth and enjoyed their pizza. It had been a while since they had eaten this well but all felt it was a time to celebrate. Fox had spent the afternoon searching for archaeologists or anyone he could find who was interested in shipwrecks, but found very few who offered a lot of money. His next best choice was a large company which specialized in searching for and recovering lost ships. What better place to get a million credits from than a big corporation like that?

Peppy took another bite of his third slice and leaned back," Do you think we'll actually find someone who will come with us?" he asked.

"I'm sure we will," replied Fox," After we show them the artifacts we've recovered they'll have no choice but to believe us."

"Then we get paid, and who knows how much we'll make when they actually start scavenging the ship," said Slippy," Then we can retire."

"Retire?" asked Fox.

"Yeah. You'd retire, wouldn't you Wulfe?"

Wulfe had his mouth full of cheese and swallowed before answering," I dunno. I've been a mercenary for most of my life. I doubt I could leave it so easily."

"I second the motion," said Fox, and he raised his glass.

"Here here!" added Peppy.

Slippy slumped down and pouted," It was only a suggestion!"

That night, Wulfe sat down at his terminal again and this time managed to connect to the Galactic Net. He linked to a search engine and typed in two keywords, "Starship Titanic" and clicked on SEARCH.

After a few seconds he got his result," 4, 067, 987 site matches found."

"Yikes! I'm gonna be here for a while!" gasped Wulfe. But he had been using the Galactic Net for a while, and most of the sites would be either dead links or sites with little or no important information. He looked at the first site," Starship Titanic: the motion picture! This movie tells the true story of the Starship Titanic and how it struck an asteroid and..." Wulfe read as the caption ended.

He decided it was worth checking out and clicked on the link. The site loaded very quickly and Wulfe scanned the page for important links. There was one for the story, one for the actors, and another for the 14 awards that the movie had won, but nothing really on the true story itself. He clicked on the link that said NOW PLAYING! and watched as the listing of theaters came up. Ironically it was playing in the theater at the starbase where he was now.

He returned to the search engine and checked the next site," Starship Enthusiasts look for the best starfighter in the galaxy..." a dead link. The word "Starship" must have brought up thousands of links. The next link said," Starship Titanic: relive the tragic story of the 1, 500 people who died on board the doomed ship that crashed..." Wulfe blinked and checked the number again.

"Fifteen-hundred! That's incredible!" gasped Wulfe. It was like losing two Canis Heavy Cruisers with all hands on board. Wulfe's hand quivered slightly as he clicked on the link. The page started with a large image of what the ship looked like before it even left space dock on its maiden voyage. It was a beautiful looking ship, and Wulfe's mouth hung open at the very sight of it. It was docked in a large shipyard with several docking tubes reaching out to it. People were frozen in time walking down the tubes and onto the grand-looking ship.

Wulfe clicked on the link that said The Starship Titanic and began reading. When it was built, where it was built, speed, length, all sorts of boring statistics that Wulfe only found interesting because he actually wanted to learn everything he could. Then he came to the part that mentioned when it left port. First it started off and made its way to a nearby starbase to take on more passengers, and then it continued on towards its main destination.

The story continued to say that although the captain was aware of several asteroid warnings he maintained speed and course. Traveling at an incredible speed for such a large ship it eventually ran straight into the asteroid field that they had been warned about and ran broadside against a large one. This rock tore the side of the ship open, opening three-hundred feet of the starboard side to the emptiness of space. With the airtight doors closing all over the lower decks, the captain was informed that the ship had taken a fatal hit and that they should evacuate before the oxygen leaked from the ship.

But there weren't enough escape pods for everyone on board, and barely seven-hundred people made it off the ship. There was a large explosion afterwards as the engines released coolant fluid and therefore caused a nearby black hole to become visible. As the ship drifted farther towards the black hole there was nothing for the frantic passengers to do but wait. The ship hit the black hole and was torn into several pieces before it was lost from sight forever.

Wulfe dropped his arms beside him and rolled the chair backwards a few feet away from his desk. It was a stupid mistake that had led to the deaths of so many people? Wulfe couldn't believe what he was reading.

"This has got to be a fiction novel!" he said.

He checked the next site, and the next. But everything on the actual ship was the same. Asteroid Warnings. Crash. Not enough escape pods. Black hole. DEATH! Wulfe stopped reading and disconnected from the Net. There were still over four-million sites left to browse, but Wulfe had seen enough.

Wulfe came out of his room the next morning after having a shower. He had nightmares that night about the ship and being on it as it was sucked into the black hole. He woke up sweating and decided to take a shower before eating breakfast. They still had plenty of food from their last trip to starbase and Wulfe had a wide menu to choose from.

Slippy came in and sat next to him as he crunched on some Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. Slippy reached for the box and stuck his hand in. He pulled out a handful and tossed it into his gaping mouth.

"Woah! These things are sweet!" he cried out.

"That's why they call 'em bombs, Slip," said Wulfe. He shoved another spoonful into his mouth and began to chew.

"You actually like these things?"

"I can stand them. Besides, I need something to keep me awake. I hardly slept last night."

Slippy nodded. He hadn't either, still thinking about getting rich off the shipwreck they had found. He had estimated that he could build a newer, better Landmaster than the one he had built several years ago for only six-thousand credits more. He couldn't wait to get started. But they needed to get the money first.

After supper the team settled down to watch some television while Fox started another round of calls. Wulfe put on a jacket and began to walk out of the lounge.

"Aren't you watching TV with us?" asked Slippy.

"Nah. I'm going to check out a movie," replied Wulfe.

"Okay. have fun."

Wulfe nodded and walked off the ship. He paused and looked around the inside of the docking tube that led to the starbase. It very closely resembled the ones from the picture of the Titanic in space dock. He whistled and continued along.

At the theater he looked up at the brightly lit sign that listed the movies that were playing. At the top of the list in big letters was "Starship TITANIC". Wulfe grinned. He hoped it was as good as the review had said it was. He paid for his tickets and walked into the theater.

When he left, three and a half hours later, he had tears running down his face. He had never seen such a sad movie in his life. Everything he had read on the Galactic Net was true. Now Wulfe was having mixed feelings about selling off the Titanic for a few million credits. It seemed wrong to him, even though the mercenary in him didn't care. It was MONEY!

Wulfe returned to the Great Fox and walked past the lounge on the way to his room. The team was still there watching a cartoon. Slippy happened to see him," How was the movie?"

Wulfe wiped his cheek and smiled," It was really good. Hey I'm gonna hit the sack okay?"

"Sure," replied Fox," Have a good rest. I found someone who is willing to check out our story about the Titanic."

"Oh, yeah. Great," Wulfe managed a weak grin and then went to his room.

He flopped down on his bed and cried a bit more, certain scenes running through his head. Although it was mostly models and special effects it still seemed very real to him. The part where the ship was broken in two by the black hole was incredible. Each little splinter of the hull was added by computers, and the people being sucked out into space looked lifelike.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. It was too much for him. He wouldn't have any part in it. After they sold the ship to whoever it was that Fox had found he was planning on leaving the team and rejoining Sheena on Katina. Sure it would take a lot of explaining and perhaps a week or two of sleeping on the couch, but it would be a better life than what he had gone to. The life of a mercenary.

"To think I left her to find this?" he asked himself. He felt like punching himself in the head, but knew it wouldn't help. His mind was still made up. He was going home!

After a good night's sleep without nightmares, Wulfe ate breakfast and then began watching television. Although his eyes were on the screen, his mind was on Titanic. It still bothered him that the whole tragedy could have been avoided. He remembered the part in the movie where the communications officers had first received the asteroid warning and told the captain. He said there was nothing to worry about and stayed on course.

Fox came into the lounge, looking a bit downtrodden. Wulfe put one arm over the back of the couch and leaned backwards towards Fox," You're looking a little down. What's up?"

"The guy canceled on us. He's going off for a week-long expedition and can't go chasing ghost ships," replied Fox.

"Oh well. We'll just have to hang around for a week then, huh?" said Wulfe, trying to act disappointed.

"He said he'd go with us as soon as he got back."

Wulfe nodded and turned back towards the television screen. It was going to be a long boring week.

During the seven days before the archaeologist returned, Wulfe searched the galactic Net for more stories about the Titanic. He found an interesting website where several people had written short stories about the story of the Titanic. There were also several images from the movie that Wulfe had seen a few days earlier and a few quick reviews by the authors of the stories.

He also purchased a model of the ship from a local store. After looking at the instructions and returning to the store for the necessary paints he began putting it together. The hull was separated into six parts which each needed to be painted and glued together. After three days it was half-done, and Wulfe was starting to enjoy himself again. The last model he had done was of a V-40 "Foxx" many years ago when he was only a kid, and he had never been able to pursue his old hobby since then.

He left the model sitting on the table and stretched. It had been three hours since he had sat down at the table and started painting and gluing again. He went to the lounge kitchen for a quick snack and then returned to his room. After eating he lay down on his bed and sighed. It had been a long day.

With two days left, Wulfe was getting restless. Soon he would be rid of his old life and back home where he belonged; with Sheena and his three kids. He had been thinking whether or not to leave a note for Star Fox explaining why he had left, but decided not to. Better to disappear without an excuse than to try to explain it later. His plan ran over and over again in his head. Fox and the archaeologist shaking hands, Wulfe would get his share of the money and then leave in his fighter for Herot Base on Katina.

He closed his eyes, not realizing how drowsy he was and fell asleep.

"Wake up!" Slippy shouted.

Wulfe sat up in bed. It was almost ten hours later. The model sat on the table and his lights were still on.

"I must have drifted off?" said Wulfe to himself. The pounding on his door continued," Alright! I'm coming!"

Wulfe opened the door and glared down at Slippy.

"It's about time. We're getting a message from the archaeologist," said Slippy.

Wulfe rubbed his eyes and shook his head from side to side," Okay. Let's go."

Slippy walked ahead as Wulfe followed, still feeling a bit sleepy. They arrived at the bridge just as Fox disconnected from the transmission.

"Wulfe, glad you could make it," said Fox.

Wulfe only moaned and raised his hand.

"The guy says that he is being relieved to return here and prepare the office he works at for the incoming artifacts. He says that he'll be able to leave tomorrow."

"Good. I'm eager to get this over with," replied Wulfe.

Fox gave him an odd look and then turned back towards Peppy," We should get Great Fox ready to leave."

"Yeah," replied Peppy," I think we can have her ready in about four hours."

Peppy left the bridge and down the hall. Wulfe watched him go and looked out the main viewer. The edge of the starbase could be seen, as well as a few small ships flying in and out on their business. For all Wulfe knew, half of them could have been mercenaries like himself. But they could have his job. He was taking the long journey home, and tomorrow was the first step.

"Welcome aboard," said Fox as he shook the archaeologists paw.

"I hope this isn't a wild goose chase," replied the archaeologist, a clean-looking badger who was wearing jeans and a tucked in shirt. Over his shoulder he carried a bag that looked like it contained several books and on his back was a large backpack like the kind mountain climbers carried," Oh, I'm sorry. The name's Jack."

Wulfe shook his hands next," I've done a lot of research about the Titanic in the past week. I hope you might be able to tell me more," and he smiled.

"Perhaps? That depends on what we find, if anything," replied Jack.

After the rest of the introductions were over, Wulfe took Jack to his room on the Great Fox which was just down the hall from his own.

"If you need anything we can help you out, just not too late, okay?" said Wulfe.

"It's your ship. Your rules," replied Jack.

Wulfe just nodded and left Jack alone. At least he had something to use against the archaeologist with a bad attitude. He went to his own room and sat down at the table. The model was almost done and he would just need a few more hours to finish it. The trip back to the wreck site would give him enough time to complete it.

"Here we are," said Fox.

Everyone had gathered on the bridge as the Great Fox was about to come out of hyperspace. Finally the starlines turned into tiny dots in space and they could see the wreck. But what they also saw appalled them.

The wreck was surrounded by three medium-sized warships and had catwalks and towers built into it. On the side of the ship had been painted the insignia of a well-known pirate guild.

"Someone found it after we did!" gasped Fox.

Wulfe was enraged. His plan had failed," Give me a report on what ships those are!"

"Umm," said Slippy as he checked the sensor read-outs," Three Alpha-Classs Myridian Destroyers and I can detect thirty Myridian Interceptors."

"Hah! Cheap pieces of crap!" scoffed Wulfe," You gotta love pirates, eh? We could turn these guys to scrap with the Great Fox herself, but that would ruin the fun!"

"Get ready to launch, Star Fox," said Fox.

Jack was shaking all over," But, what about the ship?"

"Don't worry. We'll try to leave her in one piece," Wulfe winked before he left.

The four fighters flew out of the Great Fox's hanger and straight towards the incoming ships. One of the destroyers and ten fighters had come to attack the Great Fox, but they had a surprise ahead of them. Wulfe locked onto two of them and fired his concussion missiles. They both exploded and the squadron separated.

"Choose targets wisely," said Peppy.

Wulfe just ignored him. It was a habit never to listen to anyone during a dogfight, and since he was an excellent pilot he could usually hold his own. And saving the butts of his wing mates made him feel higher as well.

Fox had three fighters in front him, which he quickly shot down. The Myridians were known for selling fast, cheap ships, but their durability left much to be desired. Pirates and small militaries often purchased or stole them because they were easy to attain, but also easily destroyed if a fight ever occurred.

They were roughly three kilometers away from the wreck and every second they were getting closer. After five minutes the fighters were gone and three shots from the Great Fox's main laser cannons forced the destroyer to leave.

"Let's get the rest of these rats out!" shouted Wulfe.

They each approached the wreck from a different angle and attacked the defense towers and fighters as they came out of hiding. Small shuttles began to launch from hangers that had been attached to the side of the ship.

"They're bugging out. It's ours now!" said Fox.

After most of the fighters had been destroyed, the remaining destroyers left along with the shuttles and transports.

"Yippee! We did it!" cheered Slippy.

"I hope they didn't do too much damage," said Peppy.

They returned to Great Fox and met with Jack on the bridge," Your robot is quite skilled as a gunner," he said.

"Yeah, he's had a bit of experience," chuckled Fox.

Wulfe smiled, A bit?

"Well, now that that's over would you like to inspect the wreck?" asked Fox.

"I think you should make sure that there aren't anymore pirates here first," said Jack, his attitude now gone, revealing a sniveling coward.

"Fine. Slippy, scan the wreck for any life signs and see what's in space within a hundred mile radius."

"You got it," replied Slippy. He turned to his sensor station and began to scan the area.

"It should only take a few minutes now," assured Peppy.

Jack nodded.

Wulfe sat down in front of his completed model. He picked it up and stared at it. Now the wreck had been discovered by pirates, and they would be back, Wulfe was sure of it. He knew pirates. Next time they might not get so lucky. They would be the ones to retreat.

There must be a way to get the ship out of the system in the next few days before the pirates could regroup and return. He placed the model back on the table and rested his chin on his hands. He tried to form another plan of action, but right now he couldn't think of anything that would work short of getting a military task force to escort the operation. No, it would never work. Not in the little time they had. There was something that needed to be done right away and would make sure that the ship was never bothered again.

He stood up as the perfect idea came into his head. He turned to grab his model but accidentally knocked it off the table. He cursed out loud as it shattered on the floor. After smacking himself for being so careless he stared to pick up the mess. A new plan formed in his head. The best, and only way to make sure no one ever disturbed the wreck again was to destroy it.

It was a crazy plan, and sure he'd have to leave Star Fox afterwards to keep from being beaten by them. They would lose their big cash haul, but then again so would the pirates. He ran out of his room and straight towards the weapons room. He knew that the ship carried everything from pistols to missiles, but Wulfe was looking for something in between. He rummaged through the shelves and crates until he found what he was looking for. Sequencer charges.

Sequencer charges were medium-sized explosives that, when placed and armed, would explode in a chain reaction or sequence. They could be linked with one, two, or a hundred other explosives and were commonly used for demolishing old buildings, as well as military purposes. Wulfe would need a lot of charges to blow up the Titanic. Even the stern section would need to go, and it would be the first to be rigged.

The small shuttle launched from the Great Fox and made its way towards the stern section. When it reached it it turned to allow the rear hatch to open right out to the decks. Inside, three figures put their helmets on.

"Are you sure these things are safe?" asked Jack.

"Trust me. I've spent a lot of time in one of these," assured Wulfe," I've never had any problems with them before."

Jack nodded and put his helmet on. Wulfe slid the plastic dome over his head and tightened the seal. He waved to Jack to follow him and then leapt onto the wreck for the second time. Jack stood at the edge looking nervously down at the wreck. Peppy, who was the third suited person in the shuttle, came up behind Jack, grabbed hold of him, and jumped. The two made it to the wreck safely.

Wulfe smiled and then began walking down the wrecked hallway. Jack looked at every little detail he could. He had a small monitor with him and every time he passed something interesting he would compare it with a picture of the actual ship on the monitor. They climbed a ladder and Wulfe cut the hinges off a lock with a small torch. It broke loose and then floated away into space.

The three walked out onto the hull of the ship and activated their magnetic boots to keep from floating away. Wulfe led the way to the engines and stood looking into the gaping maw of the port engine. Jack stood to his left with Peppy on Wulfe's right. At one time this engine had produced enough thrust to propel a thousand Cornerian battleships. But now it was dead, never to propel anything ever again. Despite its past, Wulfe was amazed at how intact the engine was. The starboard engine was a different tale. As they gazed into it they could see power couplings and wires and whole pieces of hull plating falling out of several large gashes that had been ripped into the engine.

After looking at the engines for a few more minutes the trio made their way back to where the shuttle was located. As they passed a large viewport Jack looked inside. There was a room full of chairs and silver dishes as well as other pieces of furniture. Everything was intact and perfectly preserved in the room. They finally made their way back to the shuttle and boarded it. Once it was repressurized Jack removed his helmet and shook Peppy's paw," I think you've got yourselves quite a ship here!"

"So, do you think we'd get paid for this?" asked Wulfe.

"Let me use an appropriate cliche: your ship has come in!"

Wulfe stood idly by as Fox signed a paper entitling the Star Fox team to one and a half million credits for the discovery of the wreck. Later they would be paid for certain artifacts recovered from the wreck and their names would be in all of the history books as the group who discovered the lost ship. Wulfe smiled. At least they'd get credit for finding it, but it would be hard to get any artifacts from what was left after the explosion.

That evening Wulfe sat in the weapon's room attaching magnetic locks to a thousand sequencer charges. Wulfe calculated that with the maximum blast radius of each charge he would only need a thousand, and carrying such a load of explosives would be impossible. But Wulfe had an idea. He would tow a cargo sled out with him that would carry the charges and a small droid would relay thirty charges to him at a time.

The plan was perfect. He only wished that he had another choice, but either way the ship was lost. If he blew it up then it would be gone forever, but if he left it alone then the pirates would return for sure to take it back. Wulfe began to think what the pirates had been doing the whole time they were there. There must have been more than just the laser towers and catwalks around the outside.

Wulfe attached the last magnetic lock to the charges and leaned back against the nearest wall. His task was complete. The next day he would destroy the ship, at night when everyone else was asleep.

It had been a long night. Wulfe couldn't sleep at all, he kept thinking about what he was going to do the next night and how Star Fox would hate him afterwards. Finally he fell asleep, but woke up only five hours later.

He felt really dirty about what he was going to do so he took a shower. Once he dried himself off he walked out into his room and then yelped in pain. He looked down and saw the debris left from his broken model. He became overcome with fury and kicked it across the room.

"You've ruined my life, are you happy now?" Wulfe shouted at the pieces of plastic," I wish we never found you! I wish you'd just go away forever and leave me alone!"

Wulfe slumped to the floor and began sobbing. He felt more like his life was getting worse, rather than better. He was going home to his wife and kids which was the greatest thing to happen to him in the past few months, but he was going to destroy the greatest ship ever built just to save himself. It was pointless. He had already set the explosives and his mind was made up. Tonight there would no longer be a Starship Titanic.

The hover-cart floated quietly down the corridor as Wulfe guided it through Great Fox. He reached the hanger and stopped the cart next to the pile of charges. He looked at his watch. It was one-fifteen. He hoped everyone was asleep. He began loading the charges onto the cargo sled, carrying one-hundred at a time. After twenty minutes the job was done. He sighed and put on his zero-G suit.

Wulfe's V-40 "Foxx"'s engines powered up and the fighter lifted off the floor of the hanger. A blue beam shot out of the newly attached tractor beam projector and grabbed the cargo sled. The two ships soared out of the hanger and flew right towards the stern section.

Wulfe parked his ship next to the wreck and opened his cockpit. The sled came closer and a small droid popped out of its hatch. It instantly went into action and brought thirty charges to Wulfe. Wulfe took the stack and began to walk into the wreck.

Half an hour later the entire stern section was rigged with explosives. Wulfe nodded solemnly and returned to his fighter. He locked onto the sled and towed it to the front section. He stopped his ship next to it and was about to get out of his cockpit when he noticed something strange. There was a door set into the edge of the wreck, along with a wall of steel. The pirates must have put it there. Wulfe cocked his head to one side and then opened his cockpit.

He went into the same routine and opened the door carefully. Once he entered a small room the door slammed shut and there was a powerful gust of air. Wulfe checked his atmosphere gauge, which read "Breathable". He took off his helmet and breathed in deeply. The pirates had sealed in the ship and made a livable atmosphere inside. Wulfe was amazed. He ordered the droid to unload the six-hundred remaining charges into the airlock and leave the door open for him. He opened the interior door with a load of forty charges and began placing then throughout the ship.

He was about halfway through the forward section when he heard a sound. He instinctively backed against the wall and listened some more. It was definitely someone talking. He pulled his blaster out of his tool belt and peered around the corner. There were two armed lizards with tattoos and ripped clothes. Pirates!

Wulfe turned around the corner with his solid projectile carbine armed and fired twice in "silenced" mode. Both guards dropped, the last thing the heard in their lives were the quick Pff Pff of the bullets flying out of Wulfe's gun. He dragged the bodies into the room with the charges and searched them. All he found were ammo clips for their rifles as well as a small communicator.

"But, Slippy said there were no life forms!" gasped Wulfe," They must have a bio-shield surrounding the ship?"

He slid one of the rifles over his shoulder and pocketed a few clips and then grabbed his sequencer charges. He placed the remaining two and then went back for more, all the time keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of pirates. Where there's two there's always a dozen or so more.

He wanted to get the job done as soon as possible now, so he unloaded a smaller sled from the cargo sled and loaded two-hundred charges onto it. It hindered his movement slightly, but at least he could get the job done quicker now. He checked his watch again. It was now two o'clock. He grabbed the front of the sled and pulled it along behind him. He reached the spot where the two pirates were and nodded. He would start from here.

He dropped a charge every thirty feet, which was half of the maximum blast radius. He also made sure to drop eight charges along the ship's beam. He hoped it would be enough to destroy the entire ship. The pile kept getting smaller and smaller until there were only three charges left. He would have to return for the last load of three-hundred soon.

As he made his way back he could hear noises again. He began to sweat. There must have been much more than he hoped. It sounded like there was a whole army still on board the ship. he began to run now. The sooner he made his way back to the sled the better. He took a deep breath. There it was. He tossed the charges onto his little pull sled and then ran back through the ship. He was getting messy now, tossing a charge into every tenth doorway and dropping five along the beam.

Finally he reached the front of the ship, but due to his rush he still had forty charges left on the pull sled. Then a noise behind him caused him to turn around.

"Hello," said the pirate behind him. He fired a stun beam and knocked Wulfe to the floor.

Wulfe woke up twenty minutes later. He found himself surrounded by at least twenty pirates. He shook his head and tried to back up, but ran into the legs of another group of pirates. They parted and a pirate dressed in gold with a red eye patch stepped in between them.

"Argh, he began in a classic pirate accent," What might ye be doin' on board our ship there matey?"

"Well, I was checking it for leaks," smiled Wulfe.

"How stupid do ye think we be? We know what you were doing. Bring James and Mr. Mullins in here now!"

Three pirates left and then quickly returned with the dead bodies of the two pirates that Wulfe had killed.

"Now, that wasn't nice was it, matey? What should we do to ye?"

"Kill him!" shouted the rest of the pirates.

They began to converge on Wulfe. He leapt to his feet and jumped at the group of pirates. The closely grouped pirates fell over and Wulfe grabbed two blasters before they had a chance to get up. Before they even stood up four of them were dead, shot by Wulfe.

Wulfe ran out of the room and down the hall, wishing that he knew more about the inside of the ship. The pirates had also added new hallways and stairs, and Wulfe now found himself hopelessly lost. The pirates were closing the gap between them, and Wulfe knew there would be no surrender. It was him or them.

Wulfe took shelter behind an old table and flipped if over to act like a shield. The pirates barged into the room and Wulfe popped up over the table, both blasters firing. The pirates jumped out of the way and returned fire as they found shelter of their own. Unfortunately for Wulfe the old table was in no condition to deflect blaster fire, and before Wulfe could shoot three of the pirates he was wounded in the leg. A second shot crashed against his shoulder and knocked him down. The fight was over; he had lost.

The pirates laughed as they carried him back to the room with their leader. He smiled and then shook his head," Ye've killed more of my men. Now we'll have to keel haul ya!"

The other pirates cheered.

"But we're not without mercy," said the leader. He took Wulfe's gun, plugged it into a small battery-like tube and began to drain the energy from it. He tossed the weakened gun at Wulfe's feet.

"Heh! There's barely any energy in that gun. One shot left I'd say. I doubt if there be enough to kill a man, though. Heh! Choose wisely!"

Wulfe picked up the gun, looking for any reaction from the pirates. There was none. It seemed that each of them was willing to die or take a low-level blaster beam. Wulfe thought of killing the leader, but the odds were that he was wearing armour or a personal deflector shield. There were no options. Wulfe felt like pressing the gun to his own head and killing himself, but who would avenge his death and kill the pirates.

Then something caught Wulfe's eye. It was his pull-sled, still loaded with forty sequencer charges. The stupid idiots, thought Wulfe, They actually brought the explosives with them! He smiled at the leader's eye patched face.

"I've made my decision," he said.

"Argh, have ye now?" grinned the leader.

"Yeah. I choose... ALL OF YOU!" he shouted.

Wulfe pointed his gun at the sled full of charges and fired.

Slippy sat up in bed. He had just had a funny dream about building a talking toaster that hated making waffles. He yawned and walked towards the kitchen for a drink of warm milk. On his way back he decided to visit the bridge quickly to take another look at the ship. His goldmine. It was still there. Sitting exactly where it had sat for eighty years. Slippy checked his watch. It read two fifteen. Then a bright flash made Slippy's eyes widen. A huge fireball erupted from the front of the wreck and made its way down the whole length of the ship. Titanic was exploding.

"What the...?" shouted Slippy.

Fox and Peppy were on the bridge ten seconds later," What's going on?" asked Fox.

"Look!" cried Peppy.

The last part of the forward section was just blowing up as they arrived. The fire dissipated in space and then there was nothing.

"It's all gone!" gasped Slippy.

"Well... at least the stern is still there," said Peppy, trying to stay positive.

Just as he spoke the stern section exploded in the same manner as the forward section. The entire Star Fox team stood with their mouths hanging open. Their big search, their prize, their money was all gone. They had nothing.

Just then Jack came onto the bridge," What the heck was that?"

"Well, uh," began Fox.

Jack saw the pieces of flaming wreckage floating around where the ship used to be," What on earth? Titanic! She's... gone!"

"We noticed," said Fox.

"Does this mean the deal is off?" asked Slippy.

"No ship, no deal. Sorry."

The team hung their heads. Their dream of big bucks was over, but something wasn't right.

"Where's Wulfe?" asked Fox.

"Don't tell me he can sleep through an explosion like that?" said Peppy.

The trio ran to Wulfe's room and opened the door. The room was empty.

"You don't think he..." began Slippy.

They ran to the hanger. Wulfe's fighter was missing.

"But how?" asked Peppy.

They ran again, this time to the weapon's room. Their stock of sequencer charges was almost entirely gone.

"I can't believe he did this! How selfish!" said Fox.

After a thorough search the team managed to find pieces of Wulfe's fighter. They speculated that he was either on the ship when it exploded or had been caught in the blast while he tried to escape.

"Serves him right!" said Slippy," I had big plans for my share of the money."

"Is that all you care about, Slippy?" asked Fox. He was taking Wulfe's death pretty hard, especially after losing Falco a few months ago in the Battle for Lylat.

"Well, not everything. I still have my inventions." He decided to leave Fox alone and walked to the bridge.

Fox walked to the hanger and sat on the nose of his Arwing, looking out into space. There really wasn't much left of the great ship save another massive field of floating debris. Most of the ship had exploded along with the charges, but some pieces were intact. However, all of the grand furniture and wall moldings had burned up because they were made of wood. There was nothing worth salvaging.

He hung his head as he thought of the second friend he had lost in the past few months. And as the Great Fox turned away to leave the wreckage behind, Fox watched it for the last time. The Great Fox entered hyperspace to take Jack back to the station, but deep inside the debris field there was a presence. Many in fact. One of them was brand new, but most of them had been there for over eighty years. The new one cautiously approached the others, and was accepted warmly. The spirit of Wulfe Litefoot had joined the lost souls of the Starship Titanic.

THE END

*Author's Note: Ack! He's dead! After a year of using him in stories he's dead! It was really hard to do, but I'm sure it's the same for every author who decides to kill off his star character. At least he went down in a blaze of glory, protecting the memory of those lost souls and not letting the ship become an object fought after by two sides simply for money! This was quite a change for Wulfe, and I hope this story is easy to analyze in case it is ever used in a high school classroom. Heh! Wulfe, who used to be greedy and money grubbing, finally realizes that some things aren't worth all the money in the galaxy, and is even willing to kill himself to save it from falling into the wrong hands.

Of course Wulfe has had other adventures before his death that have yet to be written, but this is indeed his last story. Expect more! His memory shall live on!

This story is also dedicated to the real lost souls of the Titanic, who died on April 15, 1912 when Titanic sank at 2:15am. may their memories live on!*

I know I usually put a song here, to summarize the moral of the story, but I could not find an appropriate one.
NO I AM NOT GOING TO USE "MY HEART WILL GO ON"!!!

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