Rowley on the titanic

119.In bustling town of modern Britain, young Rowley Jefferson, the squeaky voiced youth who lived for candy and television, held 10 billion pound pocket money in his hands, earned from either luck or sheer charm. With an infectious laughter and a wide, innocent smile, Rowley spent his fortune with delight, where an enormous chunk bankrolled sweets and a particular DVD that held his heart - 'Lester the Pooh'.

As his dad and Rowley wandered their way homeward through the cobblestone streets of their home town, they passed by the local time machine; a boxy structure, partly peculiar and robust. For merely 20 pence, it offered a journey to the past or future. Rowley's curious eyes turned to his father and with a string of words that fluttered like puppy's pleading, he convinced his father to take the journey. Thus, both time travellers found themselves stepping onto the cold metal deck of a ship, the clock striking half twelve on April 14, 1912.

Despite their monumental mistake, the father-son duo, wrapped in the cloak of their curiosity, decided to explore the historical time rather than return home promptly. And here, in the crowd of elegant hic-downs and humble sailors, Rowley laid his eyes upon a familiar figure. The face of an elder man, coincidentally identical to the man lining the photos which rested in the dusty corners of the Jefferson family-great grandfather Saint Paul Jefferson.

Rowley, naive and excitable, rushed up to his ancestor and excitedly introduced himself as Saint Paul's great-grandson. The older man's face, at first a picture of horror, turned into bemusement, astounded by the young boy’s outlandish declarations and his odd, shiny DVD, a concept alien to his 1912 understanding.

As Rowley's father apologetically smirked the incident away, Rowley, with his innate knack for chaos, found his way to the deserted sailor's deck. Clueless about the machinery and operations, his excited hands ambitiously steered the ship, causing it to flip unnaturally. The titanic creaked and groaned against the weight of the ocean, dipping her bow underwater, creating mass panic that echoed off the graves of many.

Frantically, as the water level rose and people fell overboard into freezing oblivion, Rowley's father sought for assistance, spotting young Saint Paul holding an inhaler. As he strove to take it from the young man for the sake of his worsening breaths, he was pushed back due to the ship’s sudden jerk, landing him straight into the merciless Atlantic. Young Saint Paul, on the other hand, found his escape on a lifeboat, leaving everyone behind.

Amidst all the chaos and impending doom, our little hysterical protagonist, in his innocence, realised that he had left his crisps behind in his own timeline. With no thought for heroic endeavours, he swiftly used the time machine to return home. There, he narrated his entire 'adventure', munching on those forgotten crisps, while his father sat frozen stiff, now traumatized and haunted by the catastrophic spectre of the sinking ship.

His condition developed mild hydrophobia, a persistent fear of water, as he felt he was always on the verge of drowning. The permit to forget his past evidently was denied. Rowley, however, laughed it off, shrugged his shoulders and jumped to his feet, avidly looking forward for his next adventure- or perhaps just another TV show.