“I’ve reached the whale,” Rich said into the radio.
His light was pointed at the white, bony scaffolding that
had at one point worn the flesh, fat, and tissues of a whale a few months
before.
“Looks like it’s been picked clean.”
He eased the throttle forward, circling the bones to
verify his statement.
As the light roved over the great skeleton small, unnamed
animals darted away from the circle of illumination, fearful that some predator
had its eye on them.
Finishing his circle, Rich pointed his submarine towards
his second destination, a strange cave exploding from the sea floor.
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