Depths of Death
"We should speed up."
The captain turned to stare at the tall woman who had spoken. Unable to see her eyes underneath her hooded black cloak, he let some of his confusion show. "I beg your pardon ma'am, but why? I was under the impression you were taking your students on a field trip, not a race against nothing."
"What race? There's no race. We need to keep ahead of them, though."
"Them?"
"The Germans, of course. We don't want them to catch up to us."
As the captain fumbled for a response, one of the students, a young man, spoke up, "Professor Viviani, the Germans aren't here. And the captain's right, all we're doing is going on a field trip. To experience history, you said."
"I did, didn't I? But, you know, that's even more of a reason for the Germans to be following us. History, remember?"
She laughed harshly, "Captain, you really should speed up, unless you want to die, that is."
Gasps rang out as the students huddled together, while the captain could only stare, frozen in place as he beheld the strange woman he had let onto his submarine.
As she laughed again, some of the students moved as if to look out a window, only to realize that they were deep down in the middle of the ocean, where nothing could be seen anyway. A few sobs filled the air as the uncertain realization dawned upon them.
She paused for air, tossing back her hood and revealing lined features that molded her stern expression. Her eyes, shockingly blue, betrayed her sanity.
One of the crew shouted, "Captain, an unknown sub is showing behind us!"
Screams pierced the tight space, broken by her maniacal laugh.
"No one ever trusts me. They're all dead.
"So are you."
The captain turned to stare at the tall woman who had spoken. Unable to see her eyes underneath her hooded black cloak, he let some of his confusion show. "I beg your pardon ma'am, but why? I was under the impression you were taking your students on a field trip, not a race against nothing."
"What race? There's no race. We need to keep ahead of them, though."
"Them?"
"The Germans, of course. We don't want them to catch up to us."
As the captain fumbled for a response, one of the students, a young man, spoke up, "Professor Viviani, the Germans aren't here. And the captain's right, all we're doing is going on a field trip. To experience history, you said."
"I did, didn't I? But, you know, that's even more of a reason for the Germans to be following us. History, remember?"
She laughed harshly, "Captain, you really should speed up, unless you want to die, that is."
Gasps rang out as the students huddled together, while the captain could only stare, frozen in place as he beheld the strange woman he had let onto his submarine.
As she laughed again, some of the students moved as if to look out a window, only to realize that they were deep down in the middle of the ocean, where nothing could be seen anyway. A few sobs filled the air as the uncertain realization dawned upon them.
She paused for air, tossing back her hood and revealing lined features that molded her stern expression. Her eyes, shockingly blue, betrayed her sanity.
One of the crew shouted, "Captain, an unknown sub is showing behind us!"
Screams pierced the tight space, broken by her maniacal laugh.
"No one ever trusts me. They're all dead.
"So are you."
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