The pressure of the ocean's depth stopped the propellers of our submarine and we floated, coerced by the gently forceful breaths of the deep blue. The further down we got, the more constant the warnings became, and a fear settled inside of me.
What if we never get out?
All eyes shifted to Emory, our captain, as he contemplated our next move. Waiting for the movements of the water to push us upward, which was his original plan, wasn't proving its promise. We glanced at each other with shifty eyes as we sank deeper, deeper, and light became lesser, lesser. Soon, the submarine's emergency lights flickered on, along with the limited oxygen supplier.
"Emory," Uriah said, fear strangling his voice. "I think we need to expedite this decision making process."
Emory's fingers unraveled from the steering wheel, one by one, until finally, with a breath he seemed to be holding for ages, he tilted toward us. "We've run out of gas," he said gravely. "I was hoping upon hope that, perhaps, we'd manage to float back up, but, alas..."
His eyes took on a faded, overcast gray film, and the air, already dripping away by the second, dropped. My three other crew mates exploded in a frenzy that brought the air back, heat a paradox against the frigid depths of the ocean we were being swallowed into. I, however, remained calm.
I stood up and parted the arguments being spat back and forth between Emory, Uriah, Emilie and Xander slurring curses at our leader, who kept us in the dark. I made my way to the small storage closet, mind set on finding what may potentially save us all.
My hand hooked onto the latch, and with a hiss, the door slid open.
The diving suits.
"I wonder," I murmured to myself, sifting through the racks of full body suits in search for the oxygen tanks and masks. Tucked in the back corner, there were more than enough to for each of us to have one, but my concern was mainly on how much oxygen we would have to use.
A safe swim to the top from this depth is already unlikely, but maybe, maybe, if we had enough time spared to us and the deep's most menacing creatures steered clear, we could do it.
We could get out.
"Captain," I called, pulling out one of the suits, "There's hope."
"Emory," Uriah said, fear strangling his voice. "I think we need to expedite this decision making process."
Emory's fingers unraveled from the steering wheel, one by one, until finally, with a breath he seemed to be holding for ages, he tilted toward us. "We've run out of gas," he said gravely. "I was hoping upon hope that, perhaps, we'd manage to float back up, but, alas..."
His eyes took on a faded, overcast gray film, and the air, already dripping away by the second, dropped. My three other crew mates exploded in a frenzy that brought the air back, heat a paradox against the frigid depths of the ocean we were being swallowed into. I, however, remained calm.
I stood up and parted the arguments being spat back and forth between Emory, Uriah, Emilie and Xander slurring curses at our leader, who kept us in the dark. I made my way to the small storage closet, mind set on finding what may potentially save us all.
My hand hooked onto the latch, and with a hiss, the door slid open.
The diving suits.
"I wonder," I murmured to myself, sifting through the racks of full body suits in search for the oxygen tanks and masks. Tucked in the back corner, there were more than enough to for each of us to have one, but my concern was mainly on how much oxygen we would have to use.
A safe swim to the top from this depth is already unlikely, but maybe, maybe, if we had enough time spared to us and the deep's most menacing creatures steered clear, we could do it.
We could get out.
"Captain," I called, pulling out one of the suits, "There's hope."
I really enjoyed the imagery...great descriptions! What is going to happen??? Are you going to get out? I think this story could really use a developed character. There are a number of places you could go with the Captain. To put my commentary succinctly...I want to know more!! Nice job!
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