“Captain, I’m approaching a cavern entrance. Shall I attempt entry?”
A garbled voice returned through the speaker in his helmet.
When no one replied he looked up at the shimmering surface high above. “Captain, please advise.”
Again, no answer came. He started for the surface.
He pulled himself onto the boat and removed his helmet. “It’s in there. I can feel it!”
He looked around at the deserted, crumbling vessel. It looked as though it’d been rotting, unmanned at sea for years, but he was only under the surface for less than an hour.
“What in God’s name?”
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