A submariner knows the score before ever they embark on their first dive. If something goes badly wrong, Neptune will be the only winner.

One electric torpedo and we’re done. We had played every play in the book but it couldn’t save us.

“All hands brace!”

Our ultra-modern nuclear submarine, but still we can’t outrun their torpedo. Now the turbines aren’t turning, the oxygen is gone, there is no way to the surface. Davy Jones’ Locker awaits.

With the final flickering of the lights, I took a deep breath, knowing I had done everything I could to save us.