Dive to Oblivion

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This story wouldn’t have been possible without the invaluable assistance of my friend and editor, Wallace Exman, and the crew of the USS Hyman G. Rickaver (SSN-709), who taught me what it means to be “committed to excellence.”

Commander Pete Slater awoke from his restless slumber long before his alarm clock was due to ring.

The forty-two-year-old Annapolis graduate never slept well while at sea, and this current patrol proved no exception.

His weary eyes scanned the darkened stateroom, stopping on the collection of softly glowing, luminescent-lit instruments mounted on the bulkhead before him. With a practiced glance he saw they were travelling on a southwesterly course, at a speed of fifteen knots, two hundred and eighty feet beneath the sea’s surface.

Without referring to a chart, Slater visualized their position. A little less than twenty-four hours ago, the USS Lewis and Clark had left its berth at Charleston, South Carolina to begin a high-speed sprint into the Atlantic. Their initial course took them to the southeast, into the Bahamas. Here they skirted the eastern coast of Great Abaco Island, and entered Northeast Providence Channel. Nassau lay to the south, and soon they’d turn back to the southeast, to penetrate the deep, relatively narrow expanse of water bordered by Andros Island to the west, and known as the Tongue of the Ocean.

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