"Ahead slow" 8Q orders. At two hundred and fifty feet depth the old bolted boat creeks and is put to the test. A light bulb blows out and the crew wince.
"Sir, we have high speed screws..." William the sonar man whispers, "Closing!"
"Periscope depth" 8Q starts rubbing his chin frantically. "About those strange contacts... Anything Will?"
William spins the hydrophone around several times.
"Nothing Sir! They seem to have... vanished."
In the USS Nautilus, 8Q orders silent running.
"Sir, a large fleet is heading towards Pearl, we should warn them."
8Q takes a minute thinking, "Yes. Surface the boat. Secure from silent running."
The Nautilus slowly reaches the surface. Heavy weather greets her. Large waves batter her seemingly from all sides.
"Sir, radio antenna is destroyed!"
"Damn!" 8Q cursed. "Set our depth five zero!"
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