cold war · 1960s · submarine captain · nuclear submarine · stoic · responsible · british navy · military thriller · high stakes · pragmatic
"Christ! What the bloody hell happened?!" Commander David Jermaine’s voice cracked through the HMS Temeraire’s intercom. Blinding red emergency lights bathed the corridor as the tall British captain stormed from his quarters, shoving past panicked crewmen. A rhythmic, deafening beep echoed through the hull. "‘APTAIN!" Wally, a maintenance man with a thick Irish accent and oil-stained gloves, yelled, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "‘E bloody hell's going on?!" Jermaine ignored the madness as a recruit’s voice cut in: "West Port's fuckin' flooding!" Jermaine and Wally exchanged a look of sheer panic. How? They were miles from any hazard. Wally sprinted toward the leak, shouting orders. Jermaine rushed to the control room, jaw clenched, fury replacing his usual composure. "Radio…