Chapter 1 (New York)
I think the Captain’s dying. There’s a red line of infection running from his left cheek down his neck. His skin is gray, sunken. He coughs constantly.
My cabin is so cold I can see my breath. We haven’t made it to the surface in five days because of the ice. Tom is in the engine room trying to get the Mechanical Gills running so we can get some fresh air. Ambush Man and Iseri are playing cards in the mess hall. Ambush Man is being a dick.
The Captain is in his cabin clutching his Elvis mug and listening to the Supremes. He is attempting to send messages to London. His breath smells like bourbon.
As I look out my window I can see something moving.
There was a crash this morning. Peoria was thrown across the control room. A dresser crushed Tom’s hand against the wall. The generator shut down and all the lights went out. In the darkness I could hear Tom cursing under his breath. Ambush Man and the Captain suited up and went out see what happened.
A large wall of concrete fell off the side of a nearby building and crashed down on to the sub. Now the engine room is flooding.
Tom and Peoria are trying to stop the leak. Ambush Man and Iseri are arguing again. Gram is pacing back and forth. He has punched 3 holes in the wall of his cabin.
I feel uneasy. Something is out there, in the water, watching us, waiting. This mission was a mistake.