John O'Brien - Reckoning

Without a response to their message, Leonard orders the boat to remain at its current depth and sets a course for the ships that are apparently drifting randomly. He has the Santa Fe creep through the waters. He and the crew are heading toward an unknown and caution is the keyword. They have taken several risks during the search for the fleet, but nothing that they couldn’t dive to the safety of the depths and lose their pursuers. Now, with each mile that the distance closes, the danger grows.

Leonard closes to within visual range and raises the periscope. Water drips momentarily from the lens and then clears. Panning around the area, he makes out the distinct shapes of cruisers, frigates, patrol boats, support vessels…and, in the distance, a single carrier.

Having closed to within a couple of miles, there are ships floating in all quadrants. Zooming in, Leonard looks on the decks of those closest. There isn’t any sign of movement. Sunlight glitters off glass panes from the bridges of the nearest warships. He directs the Santa Fe to a frigate nearby that is drifting aimlessly. Well aware of the firepower that even a small ship like that can pack, especially as they are geared toward anti-submarine warfare, he remains cautious about his approach. However, he well knows there is no way he would be able to get this close if any of the systems were manned.

Closing in on the drifting hull, he becomes aware of dark smears along the bottom of the superstructure where it meets the main deck. The blotches seem to be thicker where hatches, many of them standing open, lead deeper into the ship. Seeing the dark blemishes seemingly coming out of the hatches, Leonard wonders if a fire hasn’t gutted the ship. Upon closer inspection, he notes that the smears don’t extend to the top of the hatches, as would be the case if fire had broken out and smoke poured from the openings.

Keeping the periscope up for this period of time will make their location easily identifiable, even more so because they are underway and the periscope will be leaving a wake. Although worried about the possibility of being discovered, Leonard wants to unravel the mystery of the discolorations along the haze gray of the vessel they are nearing. With that in mind, he opts to leave the mast extended.

Zooming in, he focuses on the dark splotches. It becomes immediately apparent what they are and the unsettled feeling Leonard felt earlier deepens. In places, thick streaks stream downward. Leonard quickly pans up to the bridge. Although it’s hard to see through some of the glare, he sees what seem to be dark smears plastered on the inside of the glass panes. It’s fairly apparent that he’s looking at a ghost ship, or at least a lifeless one.

The other ships he observes exhibit the same dark streaks with no one moving about the decks. Staring at the flotilla, Leonard wonders about any subs that must have accompanied the fleet. A morbid thought enters about them floating lifelessly in the depths, perhaps still under power and motoring in whatever direction they were headed when the crew succumbed.

Finishing his search of the frigate, Leonard steers toward several other ships floating nearby, discovering the same dark streaks and without seeing anyone aboard.

Lowering the periscope, Leonard orders the Santa Fe to head toward the carrier floating a few miles away. Trying to keep from overtly staring, all eyes within the control room turn toward Leonard nonetheless as he steps away. As a result of Leonard’s actions and the risks he is taking, the crew is aware that something is going on. Tension hangs heavily in the control room. The crew knows that they are in a disadvantageous position. They also realize that, if they have found the fleet, there will be word of their families. The fact that their messages have gone unanswered and that Leonard hasn’t said anything weighs deeply.

Understanding that the crew needs some word, even if they might not like what they hear, Leonard grabs the mic. He makes a general announcement informing everyone that they have found the fleet but that he hasn’t seen any sign of anyone as yet. He also tells them that they haven’t received any response to their radio messages, sent in code and in the clear, but they are heading toward a carrier observed several miles away.

The pressure created from the hanging tension leaves as if the sub underwent a rapid depressurization. Many hang their heads realizing what the announcement means. Several of those sitting at the consoles experience blurred vision as tears form. Leonard hangs up the mic and notes several of the crew wiping their hands across their eyes. There is still a faint hope that some survivors might be on the carrier but, seeing what he has, Leonard knows that the odds are slim. The last chance of finding anyone alive lies inland.

Leonard feels deep down that they won’t find anyone. With that, he knows a big decision is looming: What will they do if they don’t find anyone? Where will they go? The boat needs a refitting, so Leonard is initially thinking that they will make their way to Bangor, refit, and go from there. They can contact Walker and see if he would be willing to check out the areas surrounding San Diego, radiation levels permitting. Leonard remembers Walker talking about their own search for families of the soldiers with him, so he might be willing to conduct the same for the crew of the Santa Fe .

Leonard doesn’t want to give his crew any false hope as that isn’t the way he operates. But, if there is any hope, regardless of the odds, he’ll take it. The trip down the western seaboard has shown him that anything is possible. It has also shown him that there might be very few places they can go and live with any amount of security. At some point, they’ll have to put ashore and he only has Krandle’s team to provide that for them. A part of him wants to check out Hawaii and other parts of the Pacific, but there would be no help should something happen to the sub while at sea. They would be at the mercy of the waves much like the fleet they are slowly motoring through.

Leonard raises the periscope as the sub draws near the carrier. The massive bulk of steel and cabling appears to be adrift like the rest of the ships they’ve passed. Looking closer, Leonard notices the carrier is wallowing in the ocean swells with a slight list. Several cables, unnoticed on the escort vessels, trail down the giant hull in places. He can’t see over the immense height of the hull to observe the decks and superstructure, but Leonard can only assume that there are the same dark smears staining the outside walls.

Circling the carrier, Leonard finds the source of the noise that drew them to this ghost yard. Parallel to the carrier, riding the same swells, a support ship rides alongside. As the waves lift each ship, the support vessel bumps into the carrier, at times, remaining in contact and grinding along the side. Leonard notifies the crew that they’ve drawn alongside the carrier and of his intent to surface.

Parking the sub a short distance from the support ship, Leonard surfaces the sub. It rises slowly, emerging from the ocean like a monster ascending from the depths. The conning tower pierces the surface and rises, water rushing from the bridge to cascade down to the blue waters. Soon, the body breaks through, the wavelets on the swells slapping against the hull.

Once the lookout crew have ascended and reported all clear, Leonard climbs to the bridge. The large, gray, steel hulls lay a couple of hundred yards off to the side. Across the intervening water, the clanging boom of the two ships colliding is amplified. A high-pitched screech of grinding metal drifts to Leonard and the sailors posted on watch.

Leonard hails the vessels over the loudspeaker. Still holding the microphone, he looks up to the carrier deck high overhead half-expecting to see a crowd of people appear, silhouetted by the blue sky behind. There is neither a response nor a sighting, only the grinding sound of metal on metal and the slap of waves.