42. Sorry, Madrone
Jack sprinted out of the dining room and into the control area. Rob was smashing and breaking the communications in order to stop him from bringing The Patriot up to the surface. First mate’s red eyes and spasming face were a sign that he was struggling to keep control.
He said, “I can’t bring…it…up,” to Jack. His voice was tense from strain. “Sorry…Madrone.”
Jack fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. He was too exhausted to fight Rob. Too tired to do anything. Perhaps that’s how it began, with him no longer caring about his watery tomb.
