Captain Rostova stared at me, her expression one of disbelief. “Are you crazy? The pressure out there would crush you instantly!”
“I know,” I said. “But I have to. There’s a connection… with that structure… and with those… spirits.”
The scientists looked at me like I had lost my mind.
But the water spirits outside began to move again, their forms swirling around the submersible, their glowing eyes seeming to express impatience.
I looked at the sculptures in my lap, their light pulsating in sync with my heartbeat. They were my guide, my protection. Maybe they would provide a way.
I knew it was a long shot, a leap of faith into the abyss. But after everything I had experienced, I was beginning to believe that some things were possible, even if they defied logic and science.
“Captain,” I said, my voice firmer now. “Is there any way… any access point… to the outside from this submersible?”
Captain Rostova hesitated, her eyes scanning my face. She saw the determination there, perhaps the same kind of determination that had driven her to explore the depths.