![]() It’s like driving an MG convertible, he thought, except you steer with your toes. ![]() While the cabin was spacious for most men, it was a tight fit for Jack’s six-foot-plus frame. ![]() Seated, Jack’s head and shoulders protruded into the acrylic plastic dome of the hull, giving him a panoramic view of his surroundings. The pings of the sonar grew closer and closer. His sonar reading on the computer screen confirmed his assessment. Out the corner of his eye he checked the analog depth gauge. He fingered the controls, sweeping the arc back and forth, searching. Attached to its underside was a stainless steel frame that mounted the battery pods, thruster assembly, electrical can, and lights.Īhead, the brilliance of the twin lamps drilled a cone of visibility that extended a hundred feet in front of him. ![]() The eight-foot titanium minisub was shaped like a fat torpedo topped by an acrylic plastic dome. ![]() His new toy, the Nautilus 2000, was out on its first deep-dive test. The sole illumination came from a pair of xenon lamps set in the nose of his one-man submersible. Where he glided, there was no sun, only the perpetual darkness of the ocean’s abysmal deep. 75 miles SW of Wake Island, Central Pacific ![]()
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