[What happens next makes less sense than anything else. Stone dives, and the cold is oppressive. It sinks into their marrow as somewhere behind them in the deep dark their former ferry is crushed to splinters. Down they go...down, down...
Until down is up again, and they're swimming toward the sunshine that streams against the top of the water--and something else, a shadow, looming in their path like an underwater mountain. It isn't anything alive, that much they'll be able to tell if they can bear to keep their eyes open--it's a structure, and at its very top, which tapers just below the water's surface, it gleams. It's a shining metal hatch.]
no subject
Until down is up again, and they're swimming toward the sunshine that streams against the top of the water--and something else, a shadow, looming in their path like an underwater mountain. It isn't anything alive, that much they'll be able to tell if they can bear to keep their eyes open--it's a structure, and at its very top, which tapers just below the water's surface, it gleams. It's a shining metal hatch.]