Pressure
“The ocean, already murky with the stirred up silt and sand, seemed to grow darker. Her skin prickled. Quickly sealing the container and securing it on her belt, she glanced around the gloomy waters for Paolo, to see if he’d noticed the temperature drop, as well. She spotted him, illuminated by the ambient light of his torch, as he hovered almost directly over the trench, collecting samples from an overhanging wall of broken coral. A sea anemone was perched nearby him, tentacles frozen in mid-wave. The anemone’s usually vibrant body was uncharacteristically bland, to the point of being almost completely devoid of color.
The coldness and darkness grew more pronounced. They seemed to press against her like physical entities.
Carrie didn’t panic, but she definitely felt unsettled. Her diver’s directional sense of temperature told her that the steadily increasing cold was emanating from within the trench itself. This was something new, something she hadn’t experienced on the dive with Peter.
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