“There’s no way to fix the engine.”
A wave of consternation ran over the faces of the men. O’Neil
punched the steel wall, sending a dull thud echoing around the cramped mess.
“What’ll we to do now?” Shorts asked, looking at the
captain, pupils dilated.
The captain furrowed his brow.
“The radio is still working. We’ll keep trying to reach
someone, anyone.”
“Let’s say we do get ahold of someone and by some miracle
they are friendly, how will we get off the sea floor?” someone objected.
Mad screams sprang up suddenly, echoing through the ship.
“And what about them?”
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