I'm sure Jack would otherwise calm Sinclair with some eloquently soothing words, but fight time is quiet time, come on man we've established this.
He wrenches the controls, slowing their spin, hoping against hope that the whole thing holds up. If a rope snaps or a knot comes undone, if a pipe bursts, if a connection breaks, they're fucked. Simple as that.
They're free-falling like a shot dogfighter. The rocky sea floor spins towards them.
Jack twists the rudders, creates as much drag as possible. The spinning slows. They're falling straight. But they're still falling.
He holds his breath and pulls the controls one more time.
The whole bathysphere shutters and groans. The bulbous nose begins to lift. The sea floor drops to the bottom of the porthole and then disappears. Now they're rushing up past neon signs and windows. They're rising.
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He wrenches the controls, slowing their spin, hoping against hope that the whole thing holds up. If a rope snaps or a knot comes undone, if a pipe bursts, if a connection breaks, they're fucked. Simple as that.
They're free-falling like a shot dogfighter. The rocky sea floor spins towards them.
Jack twists the rudders, creates as much drag as possible. The spinning slows. They're falling straight. But they're still falling.
He holds his breath and pulls the controls one more time.
The whole bathysphere shutters and groans. The bulbous nose begins to lift. The sea floor drops to the bottom of the porthole and then disappears. Now they're rushing up past neon signs and windows. They're rising.
They're rising, they're rising, they're rising!