Kat Cousteau was in awe of San Tita-nic.
Doubtless she had been a massive vessel.
Judging by the dancefloor in the main hall
the copius San Tita-nic accomodations
had in her time entertained enormous balls
who\'s members would then spill out onto her poop deck
for recreational gratification and nibbles.
And there, behind the stage, Kat Cousteau found
the bodies of 14 men each with their instrument in hand
one and all boasting a broad sated grin.
So the rumour was true - the San Tita-nics band
HAD all gone down on her that night
Kat Cousteau wondered at
what sweet music they had been making
for such wide contented death grins.
A secret San Tita-nic had discreetly kept.
Above her pursers den Kat Cousteau discovered
San Tita-nics two enormous buoyancy aids.
These melon shaped domes had been designed
to attract attention when unveiled in desperation
and in the event of her needing urgent attention.
any upstanding nautical seamen
would understand the display and respond
tieing a suitable knot or hauling her anchor.
But Kat Cousteau was not to be distracted.
Her mission after all was to bring to justice
those dastardly ice cubes.
They had sunk the San Tita-nic
or so the chilling tale of her demise told.
But truth will out in the end.....
for it is told that Kat Cousteau met with the ice cubes
who told a different tale.
Twas not the ice cubes brought San Tita-nic to her knees
Twas the fifth of Vodka she swam them in.