Stephen Ambrose leaned over the polished metal railing of the Hazleton Avenger, looking out into the distance at the fading amber light of the setting sun, which reflected in glorious splendor off of the dark navy blue of the ocean. It looked, in a way, like the sun was plunging down into the depths, as though it had simply grown weary of shining, and had decided to end it all by extinguishing its flames in the cool and salty blackness of the bottomless sea.
Stephen sighed, glancing down at the digital display on his watch. The brilliant, icy blue LCD display on the watch face showed it to be nearly seven thirty five. In a little over twenty five minutes, Stephen himself would be making a descent beneath the waves in a small, cramped submersible. He thought that he should make the most of his last few minutes on the surface. After all, he wouldn't breath in the cool, fresh air or see the sun again for more than twelve hours.
2007-07-12
14:49:29
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