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Sinking Through The Depths Of The Ocean

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As I looked outside the window of my sinking submarine, I knew it was over. There was no chance I could ever get out of this dilemma alive, and even if I did, it wouldn't be the same. The light from the sun that lit up the blue ocean gradually got smaller as I fell into the depths of the unknown. My hopes of ever returning to land also diminished with the light from the sun.

Breaking my gaze into the dark ocean and looking back behind me, I saw my two best friends, who also happened to be my comrades during our expedition. Multiple bullets had pierced their bodies during the horrific shooting. Blood had been splattered everywhere in our small submarine. My hands were still dripping wet from trying to save them. I still couldn't believe the fact that they were dead.

Wet with tears and clouded with thoughts, I turned back around, staring at the peaceful blue water, and trying to remember what happened. Earlier today, everything and everyone had been fine. The three of us had set out on another underwater expedition, as that was our job. We were to explore the uncharted seas with the most high-tech submarine in the world, documenting and mapping our every move. Today was an especially exciting day, as we would finish our extensive research that had taken months of dedication. No one had ever attempted to do anything close to what we had accomplished.

My friends and I were part of the select few chosen to go on this expedition. As we headed into the waters over half a year ago, we knew and accepted the dangers. For the entire expedition, we would be like robots, repeating the same schedule everyday until our task was done. We ate the same frozen meals and saw what seemed like endless water everyday. It may have seemed boring, but the result of completing this expedition would highly rewarding.

Everything had been going perfectly until today. There was not a reason in the world that we wouldn't return home to our families. That was when the shooting happened. A random submarine in the middle of the ocean should have triggered something suspicious in our minds, but I guess being submerged in water for months altered our thought process.

As the submarine started coming towards us, growing bigger in size until we could make out that it was a standard submarine used for everyday research. The company that hired us to go on this expedition also used the same type of submarine as the one before us. Thinking that it was just a submarine that had strayed away, we headed towards it to find out what was the problem.

Instead of taking the stranger submarine as a sign of danger, we assumed that it just meant we were closer to reaching land and finishing the long expedition. We should have used precautions to prevent what was going to happen, but our desire to see another human being and returning home to solid ground after months took over. When we were close to each other, I saw that the submarine had no licence plate. However, there were markings, but I couldn't quite make out what they were because the water distorted it.

Slowly nearing us, the mysterious submarine started to glow, and before we could process our thoughts, glowing blue bullets began to fire at us. These bullets were specially designed for underwater use, as they could travel faster through liquid. Our submarine took a hit, but we stabilized, and I screamed at my comrades to start firing back with everything we had. Emergency missiles, machine guns, and other various weapons started to fire. Never would we had thought that we would have to use these.

Looking like an underwater fireworks show, the shots exchanged by our submarines lit up the dark waters. Through it all, I saw that the enemy submarine was from an extremist group that had targeted our country for years. While I steered the boat, my comrades fired into the other submarine. The sound was deafening, our screams lost through the loud noise of the firing bullets.

One of my comrades stopped firing, put on her helmet, and told us she was going to go and try to disable the enemy submarine. Her husband, another one of my comrades, screamed at her not to go, as it was far too dangerous, but she couldn't hear him, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't have listened. When she exited the submarine, she struggled to move in the water due to the pressure. A glowing bullet then entered her chest, instantly killing her.

Screaming, my other comrade put on his helmet and went after her. I tried to hold him back, but he was much stronger, especially since he was determined to save his wife. Punching me, he went out into the water. A minute later, he came back with his wife in his arms. Tears streamed down his face. He slumped to the ground, unable to deal with the tragedy. Realizing he too had also been shot, I rushed to help him. At this point, the enemy submarine shot a few more rounds and fled the scene.

Pressure on the wound helped him, but I knew he was done for. As I tried to keep him calm, he told me that if I ever made it back to land, I would take credit for the expedition. He told me that he loved his wife and that it shouldn't have ended this way. Dying only minutes later, I was the only one left.

I tried to start the ship, only to find that it wasn't working. This was it. Months of exploration and research, only to witness my friends die. I would soon die as well. As I looked out the window that was beginning to crack, I sighed, and wondered if an instant death would be better than a slow one.
Using Sirius-sdz's stock image and the quote "A picture is worth a thousand words" by Napoleon Bonaparte for inspiration, I created a one thousand word story based upon the picture. I hope you like the concept as well as the story. If I get good feedback, I might do this again in the future with another image, so tell me what you think.
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ArtisticaDreamer's avatar
Lots of emotion and regret here, not sure about the mission or the initial mission.  Sometimes in life we do get "missions", but in the course of following the one assignment, we feel compelled to follow another course.  Perhaps even a more dangerous one.  I would like to here what happens next, surely the hero doesn't die, or does he only to live again as someone else, for his missions never end and they constantly compell him, don't they...