David’s response to the trigger ‘contact’ – like Michael’s it has inspired a science fiction story.
‘Contact! Bearing 119◦SE. Dead astern. Speed…87 knots increasing…92 knots. Range…1007 yards closing!’
97 knots! That’s torpedo speed!
‘Confirm bearing, speed, and range!’
‘Bearing 119◦SE. Speed…104 knots increasing! Range…846 yards closing!’
104 knots! What the hell is that?
‘Deploy TCM’s!’
‘Aye aye! Deploying TCM’s
‘Steer course 90◦E!
‘Increase speed to 35 knots!’
‘Aye aye! Steering course 90◦E!’
‘Aye aye! Increasing speed to 35 knots!’
‘TCM’s deployed!’
‘Confirm contact bearing, speed, and range!’
‘Contact bearing 90◦E! Speed…158 knots increasing! Range 387 yards closing!’
It’s following us!
‘Confirm contact speed!’
‘Contact speed 176 yards closing!’
‘Steer course 60◦E! All ahead full!’
‘Confirm contact bearing, speed, and range!’
‘Aye aye! All ahead full!’
‘Contact bearing 60◦E! Speed 173 knots! Range 88 yards closing!’
That’s not possible!
‘Deploy stern decoys!’
‘Aye aye. Deploying stern decoys!’
‘Confirm contact bearing, speed, and range!’
‘Decoys deployed!’
‘Contact bearing 60◦E! Maintaining course! Speed 189 knots! Range 44 yards closing!’
I89 knots! What the hell is that?
‘Action stations!’
‘Aye aye! Action stations!’
‘Dive to 100 feet!’
‘Brace for impact!’
‘Aye aye! Diving to 100 feet!’
‘Aye aye! Bracing for impact!’
The noise grew in its intensity.
I had not heard the like of it before.
It did not conform to any vessel signature I recognised.
It enveloped the boat—swamped it.
Reverberated through the hull and into my bones.
It moved rapidly from the stern, leaving darkness in its wake.
It could not be a torpedo.
If it were, we would be dead.
Lights and power failed in the wake of the noise. I was enveloped in total darkness. I raised my hands off the chart table and brought them to my face. I could not see them. I lowered my hand to the table. But I could not feel it. I felt for it but could not find it.
‘Confirm contact bearing, speed, and range,’ I said into the cloying darkness.
There was no response.
‘Sonar. Confirm contact bearing, speed, and range.’
There was no response.
I was enveloped in silence. It was absolute. I could not hear myself breathing.
‘Chief of the Watch. Report.’
There was no response.
Unsettled, self-consciously, I called out. ‘Is there anyone here?’
I could not hear my voice. I heard my words, in my head. But I did not feel them vibrate my vocal cords or my jawbone. I tried again.
‘Helmsman. Confirm course and heading.’
There was no response.
I did not feel my words in my throat or face.
I tried again.
I spoke. But I did not feel my words.
I moved my thighs against the edge of the chart table to confirm my position in the Control Room.
My thighs met with no resistance.
I stepped forward, slowly.
There was nothing in my way.
I kept moving.
Nothing impeded my way. I realised that I could not feel the floor beneath my feet.
I tapped with my foot. There was no sound or feel of impact.
I bounced, carefully, on my toes. There was nothing beneath me.
I was suspended in absolute empty darkness.
Was I dead?
Did a torpedo destroy the boat?
Is this what being dead is like. An empty blackness?
Or am I asleep in my cabin?
That must be it.
I am asleep.
If I wait, my alarm will go off, and the bulkhead light will come on.
That’s all I have to do. Wait until I wake up.
‘Ma! Someone’s at the door!’
‘Okay Don’t shift yourself. I’ll just stop getting your dinner and see who it is.’
‘Beth.’
‘Patrick.’
‘Can I come in?’
‘Yes, of course. Can I get you anything? Coffee?’
‘Coffee would be good, thanks.’
‘You haven’t brought us good news…have you.’
‘I’m sorry, Beth. I really am. If it was up to me, I…’
‘You’re calling off the search…’
‘Not totally, no…Beth. We’ve been combing that ocean floor with ROV’s for the best part of a year, and we haven’t found a single trace of the Catfish. The search will be extended beyond their last location. We won’t stop looking, Beth, but we…’
‘It’s Ok, Patrick. I understand. We’re slowly coming to terms with our…I had a bad feeling, Patrick, when Tom left…I think I knew…you know.’
‘Yes, I think I do, Beth.’
All I have to do is hold it together.
The alarm will go off and the bulkhead light will come on.
I will wake up from this black nightmare.
I just have to hold it together until the light comes on.
I just have to wait.
End.