Free Deep Sea One by Preston Child

were swallowed by the thrashing grey waves and the three of them found themselves drifting downward like a falling leaf. All about them the world was infinite, fading from clarity into the murky substance before the distance became dark and menacing.
    "We are so alone down here," Nina remarked, "so very alone."
    The radio conversation between Purdue and his team above water vanished in the background as Sam looked to the depths, laying in striations of dark blue and purple. He imagined how deep it could go and tried to see through it, but there was no seabed yet. Then he looked at Nina, who was caught in wonderment. She was no stranger to traveling to strange places in her field of work, but by her fingers grazing the glass she touched in thought, he knew that this was a new and wondrous place for her and a sense of calm fell over Nina that Sam had never seen before.
     
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Chapter 11
     
    Little by little their individual hearts began to beat faster, fraught with the anticipation of the sunken submarine. Purdue steered the cameras to locate his quarry and finally perked up slightly when he found it coming into view at 250 meters, safely secured within the sand bank.
    "Look!" Purdue yelped, as the view of the massive war machine faded in slowly from the gloomy water to grace the screen. "There she is!"
    Nina's heart raced now. As the minisub found the ground they marveled at the magnitude of the big submarine, corroded and eerie in its watery grave. Purdue had spent four days learning the ins and outs of his new submersible when he first took delivery of it. Expertly he handled the controls to settle them steadily on the ocean floor, checking the tethers and reporting to the boys on the platform.
    The three explorers finished getting their dive gear ready, double checking that all was in order, before exiting the minisub to begin the adventure.
    The water this deep was even more frigid, enveloping the streamlined submarine, which reminded Sam of a bullet for a hunting rifle. She was beautiful, old but sleek and smooth. In length she measured more than 76 meters and her deck guns were absent, as was most of other clutter that normal submarines sported, such as the forward hydroplane, snorkel, antenna and DF loop, which were retracted inside the super structure. The design of this boat differed substantially from previous models. Against the hull the rust gave way in places to reefs where marine creatures had made a home.
    Sam pointed to the top and Purdue and Nina followed his direction. On top of the sub there were none of the usual components, such as a conning tower. Instead there were three small openings, enough for the deck officers, Sam reckoned. Purdue gestured that they get inside and Nina followed the two men, more interested in touching such a special relic of the Second World War, something she never thought she would experience. Her gloved hands caressed the side of the hull as she slid upward to enter the hatch and inside her suit, she was smiling.
    Once inside, the three took a moment to compose themselves. It had been a tricky dive with the strong currents sweeping so deep. They quickly turned on their extra strong flashlights to navigate the enormous subsea casket, which last held living souls before its visitors were even born.
    "It's so thin," Sam remarked through the headset that connected their communication. "It's unbelievable that it could withstand the pressure like this."
    Purdue slapped the interior hull, "Steel aluminum alloy, my friend, toughest of her time."
    "Her shape made her virtually undetectable," Nina said, as she cast her beam from one side of the floor to the other to check the space they were in.
    "Come, let's see what she ate before she went to sleep," Purdue eagerly pressed and continued into the next section. The atmosphere inside the boat was terrifying and lonely. Her empty soundless and narrow corridors were deafeningly quiet and the only movement apart from their own came