The crash of the sub striking the floor of the Black Sea
reverberated throughout the ship. The lights flickered.
“Everyone alright? Damage report!” someone screamed over
the PA.
“You okay?” Kitteridge called to James, head ringing from
hitting the wall.
James didn’t answer.
“James?”
Nothing.
“James?” Kitteridge called again, stumbling towards the
front of the torpedo room.
“Here,” James croaked. He was trapped underneath a
torpedo that had slipped its chain.
“Shit,” Kitteridge said. He rushed towards James, then
stopped and scrambled back towards the horn.
“I need help down here!”
“What’s wrong Kitteridge?”
“It’s James. He’s under a torpedo.”
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