The Leak

No one talked about the leak. Every soul within the vessel knew it was there, dripping away, but no one dared mention it. Most evenings when all the lights in the submarine had been dimmed, save for a few flickering sidelights to avoid filling the vessel with an all-consuming darkness, Alex Moor would find himself roaming the halls in solitude - he had trouble sleeping, even on the surface. Every once in a while...