Deep Blue

The sky overcast and the sea was rough. The night difficult with tossing and turning half asleep between dreams and this ploughing plowshare hanging over me. I could not wait for the morning to renew my eyes as it peered through the blinds and the clouds parted an unwilling dawn. My body unrested, unwanting. The artificial pressures from the valves spun an unbearable note in my head.

I ducked into the cabin, under the quarterdeck, safe inside the plexi glass, watching the swirls from the coffee steam fog out the screen as I scribbled incomplete letters nervously over them. He took out the blue print, my brother, the navigator, parked himself right next to me and picked out the lines that were red bleeding into white and the routes that got it trapped between the floaters, the ice that could send this baby sinking. Post game analysis, as he calls it, seperating the chaff from the mission.

I was ready to abandon. For all hope was ripped from under my feet and I could not think for a second and cringe for another minute over the sirens that have been building up over my head. The chattering seagulls that squealed & swooped from side to side, harmless but instigating some unexplainable fear and danger. While the flare signal went out for help, the coast guards on the other end of the comms didn't quite help the situation. I was poised for a crash, we would recommend abandoning the ship and wait for the rescue team which will ETA 48 hours, the emotionless machine crackled.

We play to win the game, he said, we plan so we can win. I sat inside the deep blue and for some reason, the words didn't matter as much as the company and the faith I felt from the change of tone. The temperature inside rose several notches and i loosened the grip on my blanket and caffeine. The shivers slowed to a calm. Somewhere out there, nemo was found.

I made one final salute and ducked out onto the tarmac and made a dash through the pelting snow storm with renewed passion. And this is just the simulation training module.