Crack. It’s the second worst sound you can hear when you’re hundreds of feet underwater in a submarine that’s half the size of most cars. As I watch the small line spread through the glass that separates me from the dark, crushing depths of the ocean around me, my panic quickly turns into a disturbing sense of peace. There’s nothing I can do to change how events are about to unfold. The line in the glass is now visible across the entire width of the window, and within seconds, I hear the only sound worse than crack: glass shattering.
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