Day 159: 7 Jan 2011
Aboard the submarine, Black handed me a uniform and a pack with safety gear in it.
"No thanks," I said. "If this thing gets sunk, I'm in better shape than any of you."
He shrugged and mumbled something.
"So, what do we do here?" I asked. "Just hang out and wait?"
"Pretty much," Black said. "The God of the Seas, he ain't small. He can't hide for very long. The crew is all briefed, so they'll page when they see him."
They didn't. Not today, anyway.
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