210 Metres. 

Hull damage imminent.

Surface.

215 Metres

Hull damage imminent.

Surface.

Flashing lights and panicked breaths. A static drone in my ears that threatened to pop, and the dark, dark depths. I can’t see shit. A pitch black void, like the open maw of a colossal sea monster, threatening to swallow me whole. The exterior lights have already flicked out, and the interior nodes, they’re glowing weaker and weaker. The dials spin in circles and a monotone voice keeps blaring at me from somewhere behind. Or below? Think, Think!

220 Metres

Hull damage imminent.

Surface.

The glass in front of me did nothing to block out the oppressive nothing. A see through window into the darkest depths of the inky void. I could reach out and touch it. Then, with a faint cough, the dashboard flickered out of existence, and a sickly red light spread through the cockpit painting everything crimson. Red and black. Black and red. The silence was deafening.

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230 Metres

Hull damage imminent

Surface immediately

Oxygen, I was running out of oxygen. Release the ballasts. Rise, no wait. The ballasts were empty. The dials showed zero. No. The dials. They were gone. Oxygene? There was no noise now, I was desperate to hear something. Anything. The radio had long gone silent, its final crackling bark was over 20 minutes ago. 20 minutes? It feels like 20 years. How long have I got left? How deep am I? The dials. God the silence is killing me. Something, I can hear something. Comms? No. No, its a different kind of crackling.

240 Metres

Hull damage. Locating breaches

Surface immediately.

Cracks in the glass. They’re growing. God where are they going? Traversing along an invisible plane, and that...splintering sound. Like footsteps on thin ice. I don't want to die. Where are they? Its so dark. Where is the light? I'm…I'm glad its only me. Down here. I wish I had someone to talk to. It’s dark. Where is the light? Am I not dying? The cracks, the glass its...a shattered web. Clicking. Crackling.

250 Metres

Multiple hull breaches detected.

Glass port fragmenting.

Surface immediately.

Its supposed to be bright. Blinding? Why is it so red. So...dark? Shut up radio! It’s beautiful. Criss-cross tracks along the bubble. It’s breaking. The glass is breaking. Why am I here? How will I get out? So deep. So dark. God, how will he find me down here? I can’t...get out. I'm trapped. Like a rat in a cage, a rat in a...spiders web. Shattered web. It’s getting tighter. I can’t breathe. My lungs are...cracking? Cold. It’s peaceful down here. All the time in the world to...think and it’s beautiful. Nothing is beautiful!

270 Me-etr…

Mul-t-t...ches det-tecte…

Glass---fra-a...ng

Surface i'm-m...ly

Crack.