CHAPTER 24
A face gazed back at the diver through his mask.
He was under the stern of the disabled Navy cruiser, sent down to inspect the damage. The propellers were gone, leaving only the ends of the massive steel drive shafts, and it was on the perfectly polished end of one that the diver saw a mirrored face.
The hull drifted in the wind and, as it turned, sunlight fell on the shaft and dazzled the diver’s eyes. All the colors that ever were and would be, colors he had never seen, danced before his eyes. He gave himself up to their silent rapture and the need for anything more left him forever….