End of entry.
“It’s circling again,” whispered the sonar operator.
Not in words. In memory.
The sonar pinged. A low, resonant hum vibrated through the ship’s hull.
End of entry.
“It’s circling again,” whispered the sonar operator.
Not in words. In memory.
The sonar pinged. A low, resonant hum vibrated through the ship’s hull.
