Longshot is cleaving through the water, the bow about halfway up on the two shells surrounding it. Roger decides the time is now. He brings the bullhorn up to his lips and screams, "We're coming up on seven hundred meters. Gimme a power drive, NOW!!"
Longshot is cleaving through the water, the bow about halfway up on the two shells surrounding it. Roger decides the time is now. He brings the bullho...
