80 Days: Under the Waves

by Sharp Spark

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By the fourth jerk, it went taut, pulling me backwards through the tunnel. I kicked my legs out, trying to go faster. Every time I snuck a peak downwards, I could see sightless faces growing closer and closer.

When I abruptly tumbled out onto the rocky surface of the crevasse, I didn’t stop and neither did the line, jerking me further back towards the submersible. The creatures burst out of the tunnel behind me, seemingly without end, swimming upwards and away.

I was glad to see them go, until reflecting on where they could be headed. As soon as the line had pulled me back to the Hippocampus, I jumped into the airlock, twisting at my helmet to try and get it off.

The door opened, and Crankshaft and Minnow both stared at me in curiosity. “What’s going on?”

“We have to go,” I gasped out. “Back to the city. Hurry!”