It was meant to be a standard mapping mission - scan a few hundred meters of the ocean floor, report any new species and head back in time for dinner. We barely made it back in one piece and had to make up some nonsense oxygen tank malfunction to explain out sudden sporadic movements.
We thought there was just static interference at first, maybe some kind of magnetic disruption that was making our navigational equipment go haywire but in all honesty the Bathypelagic Zone is just one oddity after another with little to no reprieve in normality.
Still, who'd believe us if we said we'd met a flotilla of broken wartime submarines who wanted us to go back to their bodies and bring them all ashore to rest? Some of the vessels were cracked and others were fragments held together by the memories of the dead and nothing else.
And all of them just wanted to go home, they're so tired of being so far down and they want to rest in a sensible wooden coffin, all tucked in tightly with dirt like everyone else in their family. We couldn't say no to them, not after they proved that they could still potentially kill us by ramming our sub into the ocean bed.
We placated them by saying we'd take down their last known coordinates and get help. We'd definitely be back to bring them all home because we were truly moved by their stories and we wanted them to rest too. All we had to do was get bigger subs and better diving equipment and then we'd be right back.
We definitely didn't abandon them...
We thought there was just static interference at first, maybe some kind of magnetic disruption that was making our navigational equipment go haywire but in all honesty the Bathypelagic Zone is just one oddity after another with little to no reprieve in normality.
Still, who'd believe us if we said we'd met a flotilla of broken wartime submarines who wanted us to go back to their bodies and bring them all ashore to rest? Some of the vessels were cracked and others were fragments held together by the memories of the dead and nothing else.
And all of them just wanted to go home, they're so tired of being so far down and they want to rest in a sensible wooden coffin, all tucked in tightly with dirt like everyone else in their family. We couldn't say no to them, not after they proved that they could still potentially kill us by ramming our sub into the ocean bed.
We placated them by saying we'd take down their last known coordinates and get help. We'd definitely be back to bring them all home because we were truly moved by their stories and we wanted them to rest too. All we had to do was get bigger subs and better diving equipment and then we'd be right back.
We definitely didn't abandon them...
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