Under the Deep Blue Sea
Amid the quiet humming of the engines of the boomer, or nuclear ballistic missile submarine, Lieutenant Commander Luke MacKay updated his calculations in relative silence. “Crikey,” he crowed. The others in the control room looked at him quizzically. “Gator,” the executive officer cocked his head.“Jammed my thumb last night,” he winced, massaging the appendage and speaking in his distinctive accent.“You’ve looked in pain all morning, Lieutenant Commander. Why not go see the doc?”“I think I...