“Sebastian, how’re we doing on descent?” When I glance over, his red hair just barely peaks out from his beanie and his eyes are locked on to the indicator.

“It’s looking good Viv; another couple hundred feet and we should be at our destination.” He turns and gives me a goofy and excited smile.

I sigh and sink down into my chair, looking out into the darkness that’s been enveloping our submarine. The large glass window is state of the art, and allows for the most incredible...