The bright streetlights brilliantly illuminated the street, but walking along the empty underwater road gave Charles an eerie chill.
"Weapons ready. Stay alert," Charles repeatedly signaled to the surrounding sailors with flags.
Above them, the Narwhal's pitch-black torpedo launch tube had been opened, ready to fire at the first sign of an enemy.
WHOOSH. A flash of white sped by at the far end of the street. Charles saw it, but he didn't give chase.
There's something here. They've noticed us. Charles's heart was in his throat.
He knew he couldn't just wait to be attacked. With a subtle motion of his hand, Deep slowly swam away from the group.
Pretending nothing had happened, Charles led the crew slowly down the street. He didn't allow them to enter the surrounding buildings to explore, wanting to avoid a sneak attack from the thing he had just seen.
The place grew increasingly bizarre. In that moment, he found himself terribly missing Feierbahah's shark.
