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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
A submarine dive mission consisting of Martin and his team (Caterpillar 03), find themselves stranded deep down in the Pacific Ocean with an unidentified sea creature, slowly appearing in front of them at the main dock windows.
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Seitenzahl: 36
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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The matted-silver armored caterpillar, designed by the hearts and minds at Aqua Discovery International, prepares its motors and set sails to the crux of the Pacific Ocean. We sail the waveless surface and enjoy for the last time the cloudless heaven, dearly missed during the year-long indoor training sessions. Eventually, we dive down, entering the beautiful liquid world of blue.
Small fishes, their colors lit by the sun’s shine in sparkling glow, flow in cooperation with the freshly clean water, making the attention completely unbreakable as we lay eyes onto the glass, viewing the spectacular sights. At least I Martin, did, glancing at my ‘’productive’’ team from time to time; focusing on the speedy motors rather than equalizing the paperwork with the technical work.
Magical, shining rays slashing down on the water with small fishes going through them, disappearing into their own directions. No aqua talent show can pull off something as glowingly beautiful as that.
Flashes and beeping from all the buttons on the generators are at times like beautiful instruments, but at the same time, screeching cries of chalk on school boards.
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The sun’s rays slowly vanish from the top, and the small fishes become fewer at the same degree, the deeper we get to the bottom. Rumbling and shakiness falter the iron walls and floor. Thinking not much of it, my yell doesn’t penetrate my team’s skulls, as every one of them still carries on with their tasks.
My button-pressing job, as well as holding on to three control levers have both turned obsolete for me. The real job calls from the main dock.
Sprinting towards it, faster than an athlete, I pull the power-lever with hammering force. The rumbling and shaking stop, the speed downwards become spotless.
Everything erupts into silence. I take a few steps away from the main dock and help my ears and mind to clear every possible thing that could have happened if the lever wasn’t pulled in time.
I tell one of my teammates, sitting at the main dock, to adjust the ship’s tilt. We sigh in disbelief over our luck, but my teams’ frozen glares make me want to vomit, thereafter take a stress pill, and lay down for a very long nap.
About to turn on the engine, a quiet moan near the submarine stops me from pulling the lever. The team have practically turned into ice statues at this point. I ask for a few of them to check all the windows around the ship for any kind of strange activity done outside.
Fixated to the ocean, I process the moan for what it could be. No ordinary fish moans like that. The lever breathes again as I loosen my sweaty grip.
The team returns with nerve racking results. Nothing unordinary caught their attention as they searched every window. I can’t really blame them; the windows are pitch black due to the down warding pace to the bottom. I assure them things will be alright, and the moan was likely some giant, harmless whale scaring us into submersion. They hesitantly continue their work, still glaring at me like frozen statues.
Placing my hand onto the lever to push it, yellowy ovals on the main dock windows swim in sight. Looks to be two gold fishes swimming specific distances from each other.
Blistering black circles on their stomachs catch me as I get closer. Hard to make out any fins on them. It seems they’re not swimming at all. Still.
Frozenly still. I must have blinked six or seven times, since I’m still having difficulties adjusting their bodies, anxiously scanning them with the help of the small lightbulbs we have, in case they aren’t normal fishes.
Giant seaweed at the fish’s side glide through the dark abyss, floating behind the ovals. There are four of them, at least; thick, long and moving like snakes. Seeing better in the dark, prickly-like cups on them enhances my catching.
They look to be moving mouths; breathing, like jellyfish stuck on the seaweed. It doesn’t even seem like their legs are transparent. In fact, there are no legs, not like ordinary jellyfish.
What I feared the most has come back to haunt my ears as a loud, chilling-cold moan triggers all the iron to lose their crippled grips.
