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Feeding for two, the female maneuvered her glowing lure closer to the outcropping of rock. Architeuthis dux pushed its twelve-foot torpedo-shaped head out of its craggy habitat, then swallowed the remains of the angler fish in one gulp.
The giant squid was still hungry, its appetite having been teased over the last eight hours by the sonic lure. Though tempted to rise and feed on what it perceived as the remains of a sperm whale kill, the immense cephalopod had remained below, refusing to venture into the warmer surface waters. Now, as it finished off the remains of its snack, it detected the enticing presence moving closer, entering the cooler depths.
Hunger overruled caution. Drawing its eight arms free of the fis-sure, it pushed away from the rocky bottom and rose, its anvil-shaped tail fin propelling it through the darkness, its movements alerting another species in the Sargasso food chain to its presence.
Donald Lacombe stared at the sonar, playing up the drama for the camera. Fifteen hundred feet and closing. Nine hundred feet. Three hundred feet. Two hundred. Better hold on! Eight more tentacles joined in the dance, each appendage as thick as a fire hose, all moving independently from its still unseen owner. Even the pilot was impressed.
And will you look at the size of those tentacles? He must be a monster. If only I had known The pilot flicked the toggle switch on his radio. The sound of wrenching aluminum caused me to jump.
At three thousand feet, water pressure is a hundred times greater than at the surface, meaning even the slightest breach in our hull would kill us in a matter of seconds. What if she tears loose a plate? What if she breaks open a seal? The thought of drowning sent waves of panic crawling through my belly. As we watched, one of the two longer feeding tentacles deftly cor-ralled a fish, while the others resealed the collection basket, preventing more fish from drifting away.
The pilot shook his head, amazed. Lacombe and I looked at one another.
Feeding the acoustics to you now. The pilot looked at me, waiting for a verdict. Not even a sperm whale can dive that deep.
It was a freakish sound, almost like a water jug expelling its con-tents. And suddenly my brain kicked into gear. The giant squid had abandoned the catch basket and was now scampering up the bubble, its tentacles wrapping around the cockpit glass, blocking much of our view.
Lacombe swore as he scanned his control panel. We lose that and the Massett-6 becomes an anchor. Thunder roared in our ears as the sea quaked around us. Internal hydraulic system is off-line.
Metal groaned and plates shook, and my hair seemed to stand on end, rustling against the back of my chair. The rest of me just felt numb. The pilot glanced in my direction, his expression confirming our death sentence. Better get that ROV down here quick! What are you doing here? I leaned forward. Several long, dark figures were circling us, stalk-ing the squid. I could see shadows of movement, but before I could focus, our bubble became enshrouded in clouds of ink. The Bloops were launching their attack.
My mind abandoned me then. Too terrified to reason, I squeezed my eyes shut—and was suddenly hit with a subliminal image from my childhood. Deathly cold. The darkness—pierced by a funnel of heavenly light! Get to the light Lost in the moment, I stood and watched that lifeless appendage as it slowly unfurled. They were upon it in seconds, long brown forms darting in and out of the shadows, each maybe twenty to thirty feet in length, ravag-ing the carcass like a pack of starving wolves.
They were dark and fast and were too far away for me to identify, but their size and sheer voracity intensified my fear. Death danced before me once more as the hairline fracture worked its way slowly, inch by crooked inch, across the acrylic bubble. The fear in my gut seemed to suck me in like a black hole.
Lacombe grabbed desperately for his radio. I closed my eyes, my breathing shallow, insane last thoughts creeping into my mind. I imagined David Caldwell reading my eulogy at a grave site. Panic seized me, sitting on my chest like an elephant.
Neon blue emergency lights flashed on as the blessed backup generator took over. I wheezed an acidic-tasting breath, then another, as I watched the blue lights begin to dim. Paralyzed, I could only watch the drama unfold as Donald Lacombe leaped into the rear compartment and tackled the cameraman, pinning him to the deck.
The dragon can sense yer fear, Zachary, he can smell it in yer blood. What did you see? Within seconds, the end of the tow-cable was attached, the line instantly going taut. Our submersible groaned and spun, then stopped sinking. I closed my eyes and continued hyperventilating, still frightened beyond all reason. Take us up, Ace, fast and steady!
Stand by. As for me, I could only stare at the depth gauge as I trembled, counting off seconds and feet as we climbed.
To my horror, the cracks in the acrylic bubble continued radiating outward, racing to complete the fracture. My mind switched into left-brain mode, instantly calculating our constant rate of ascent against the pattern of cracks and declining water pressure squeezing against the glass.
A pipe burst overhead, spewing icy water all over my back. Leaping from my seat, I attacked the shut-off valve like a madman. The pipe leak sealed, I curled in a ball, allowing Hank to replace me up front. The first droplets of seawater appeared along the cracks in the bubble. The pilot and cameraman giggled and slapped one another on the back. Hyperventilating, I exhaled and inhaled, preparing my lungs for the rush of sea I prayed would never come.
Now lighten up. As Lisa would say, enjoy the ride. Wallace, you still with us? The ocean melded from a deep purple into a royal blue as we passed the deepest depths a human had ever ventured on a single breath. The second deepest point, only a few feet higher, had resulted in death.
I wiped away tears, my face breaking into a broad smile.
Hank slapped me on the back and I giggled. Maybe we were going to make it. Welcome back, team. At feet, the bubble exploded inward, the Sargasso roaring through our sanctuary like a freight train, blinding us in its suffocat-ing fury. Hank appeared out of the corner of my eye, and then the Atlantic Ocean lifted me from my perch and bashed me sideways against the rear wall. Only the sudden change in pressure kept me conscious, squeezing my skull in its vise. Buried beneath this howling avalanche, I lashed out blindly in the darkness, my muscles lead, my hands groping My hands held on desperately to the hatch as the freed sub-mersible tumbled backward, falling once more toward the abyss.
The sudden loss of pressure tore at my eardrums. And then, miraculously, the hatch yawned open. My kids The left side of my brain screamed at me to get out, my chances of making it to the surface already less than 10 percent, but it was my right brain that took command, suddenly endowing me with the cour-age of Sir William Wallace himself. I groped for Hank. A laborious twenty-five seconds had passed, and I was struggling to haul an unconscious man topside through feet of water.
I kicked and paddled, forcing myself into a cadence so as not to excessively burn away those precious molecules of air.
My lungs seemed on fire, my beating heart the only sound I could hear. Was I even making progress? My legs were lead Scenes from my adolescence flashed before my eyes. My inner voice took over the play-by-play: This should be the last play, Princeton down by four. The light Get to the light.
The liiiiii Shadows closed in on my peripheral vision. Oh, no! Out of air, out of strength, out of heartbeats, my willpower gone, I slipped out of my body, and drowned.
Just float to the light In the vacuum of existence, the soul floats Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream Was my life a dream? More like a bridled storm, its fury long overdue to be unleashed.
My winds of despair could be traced back to Loch Ness and my ninth birthday—the day of my first drowning. Seventeen years later, everything was about to unravel. Every cell in my body burned with pins and needles, and each breath hurt, my chest feeling as if it had caved in upon my internal organs.
He shot a clear solution into my trembling veins and once more, I recoiled into blackness. Reaching its bank, he saw a poor fellow being buried by other inhabitants, who reported that, while swimming not long before, the victim had been seized and most savagely bitten by a water beast.
When Saint Columba heard this, he ordered that one of his companions should swim out and bring back to him a boat that stood on the opposite bank. Hearing this order of the holy and memorable man, Lugne mocu-Min obeyed without delay, and putting off his clothes, excepting his tunic, plunged into the water. But the monster, whose appetite had earlier been not so much sated as whetted for prey, lurked in the depths. Do not touch the man; turn back speedily. The pagan barbarians, impelled by the magnitude of this miracle, magnified the God of the Christians.
Several frightening moments passed before I realized I was in a hospital room. Tubes were embedded in my veins, my wrists and ankles strapped to the sides of the bed. You saved that other man you know. Did she mean Hank? So I guess that makes you a hero. The nurse unbuckled the leather harness. Pretty little thing. Shall I send her in? By day, we pretended not to know each other as I dazzled her and seventy-five other underclassmen at the lectern; by night, we were in bed together, her slender, tan legs wrapped around my waist, her hazel-green eyes glassy with infatuation and lust.
I told her a family would be fine, as long as she was prepared to do most of the parenting while I worked. Feeling pressured, I finally proposed on Thanksgiving Day, but refused to set a date until after returning from my voyage.
Now I was back, and my latest near-death experience had given me a whole new perspective on what was really important. Or Michael? Mike Wallace They also said you drowned. Did you know you were actually dead? I reached out for her, squeezing her hand. In fact, it might be better you just listen.
You have your career, and God knows nothing can stand in its way. Honestly, other than sex, I wonder if you even enjoyed spending time with me. I was gone four days! Oh, I, uh, I sort of sold the engagement ring. I know that was rot-ten, but Drew and I needed the money to go to Cancun on winter break.
But we were going to name our firstborn Drew! SOSUS picked them up. The microphones the navy used to detect Soviet subs during the Cold War! Big, nasty undiscovered predators, only they swarm, like They attacked us in the Sargasso. They were after our giant squid! No more expeditions. No more grants. Talk about a piranha. But it was an accident.
David, what did you tell them? Apparently, my doctors feared depression setting in.
They were right to worry. I took a cab to my on-campus apartment, a perk FAU had used in recruiting me. Under the watchful eye of a security officer what was I going to do, steal my own belongings? I tossed everything into the back of my Jeep. Angus Wallace had struggled for several years to earn a liv-ing as a travel agent before meeting her future husband, Mr. Charlie was a writer, spending his days penning columns for soap opera magazines, his nights pound-ing out screenplays.
His breakthrough as a scribe came six months after marrying my mother, when a friend of hers enticed a prominent Hollywood agent to read one of his scripts, a comedy about a man try-ing to kill his legally wed homosexual partner so he could collect on a lottery ticket.
The sale netted six figures and reaped a nice payday at the box office, and suddenly Charlie and his new bride were moving up in the world. I liked my stepfather. The fact that he was wealthy never bothered me in the least, though I never asked Charlie for a dime. With FAU paying my room and board, along with a decent salary, I was able to sock away enough over the years for a down payment on a house.
Having lost my job, I was now going to need those funds to sur-vive. A favored hideaway of the rich and famous, it is single-family homes nestled in gardened, gated communities, and high-rise condos lining private white beaches and azure coastlines. Upscale shopping malls and restaurants run north and south along its main thoroughfares, and yachts inhabit the deep water channel of its intracoastal. Mother and Charlie were in Manhattan for the week. We had spoken briefly on the phone, with me assuring her that I was fine, and that rest and relaxation were all I was interested in.
Their apartment was a four-bedroom condo on the tenth floor, facing the ocean. It was late by the time I settled in, so I took a quick shower, slipped on my favorite boxer shorts, and crawled into bed in one of the guest rooms. I left the balcony door open, the salty breeze and pounding ocean soon guiding me into a heavy sleep. It is dark and I am in the water.
Deep, frigid water. I am in the Loch. I am drowning! Kick to the surface! Gag, spit, tread water. My capsized rowboat sinks beneath me.
Salmon everywhere, jumping, snapping. Look around. Search for land, but the fog is everywhere, and the sun has set. Which direction is home? Can anybody hear me? A powerful current swirls around me Something has me, has my ankle! Sharp pain What has me? Is it my rowboat? Am I entangled in the bow line? Past the billowing curtains, I sprinted straight out onto the balcony, my momentum flipping me head over heels over the aluminum rail! Do something, Wallace, move! Carefully, I raised my legs, my bare toes embracing the rough concrete along the underside of the balcony.
My right ankle found a perch near the outside of the rail so that I could grab hold with my left hand, and I hauled myself up and over the cracked partition.
My body trembled as my feet touched down upon the warm tile, my bruised chest heaving as I looked down ten stories, staring in disbelief at what might have been.
Waving them off, I retreated inside the apartment and double locked the glass door. I was wide-awake and pumped full of adrenaline, but the dark bedroom seemed filled with demons. Tearing it open, I grabbed the first unsealed bottle I could find and swallowed two long gulps, then heaved the cursed container of cooking sherry across the Saturnia marble floor and retched.
The full exertion of all their faculties and all their energies is required to preserve their own existence and provide for that of their infant offspring. The possibility of procuring food during the least favorable seasons, and of escaping the attacks of their most dangerous enemies, are the primary conditions which determine the existence both of individuals and of entire species. These conditions will also determine the population of a species; and by a careful consideration of all the circumstances we may be enabled to comprehend, and in some degree to explain, what at first sight appears so inexplicable—the excessive abundance of some species, while others closely allied to them are very rare.
Staggering to the drapes, I drew them back, revealing blue skies, a shimmering white stretch of beach, and an azure ocean.
I showered and shaved, ate a quick breakfast, then headed down to the beach in my shorts and sunglasses, ready for some much needed rest and sun. The condominium had reserved chairs on the beach.
Helping myself to a chaise lounge and a handful of towels, I scanned the coastline. My eyes targeted shoulder-length brown hair and a white thong that was wedged so deep into the crack of her yogafirmed buttocks that it was nearly invisible. The bikini top that barely contained her dark, baby-oiled breasts was unhinged, preventing tan lines.
God, I love South Beach I set my chair within ten feet, spying on her from behind my tinted sunglasses. Playing it cool, I moved closer, flexing my muscles with every movement. I just, I dated a lot of athletes back when I played football in college, so I have a thing for physically fit women. Good luck. You drowned while saving some guy, right? Antikvarne knjige: Protokoli sionskih mudraca, - Ostalo - Antikvarne knjige: Protokoli sionskih mudraca,.
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