The Captain of the Deep – Part 2: Surface

She took him deeper by degrees. She set him tasks and watched them carried out. Stand. Kneel. Hold. She had him recite the standing orders until the words ran together, and stopped him at every slip with a cool word. She stood behind him with a hand at the nape of his neck, telling him in a low, even voice precisely what a good officer was. She made him wait, silent, kneeling in the red light, while she made notes in the log. Everything was exact and calm and kind, and the pinging of the sonar made a slow heartbeat for the room.

Every half hour: "Do you wish to continue, Officer?" "Yes, Captain." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

Past two, the red light turned amber.

"Surface," said Corinne, softly.

The cap came off. The gloves came off. She slid down beside him on the steel floor, wrapped a blanket round them both and drew his head onto her shoulder.

"How are you?"

"Deep," said Alex, with a shaky smile. "And now I'm up. Is that right?"

"That is exactly right." She kissed his forehead. "You were a very fine officer."

"May I serve again?"

"The next dive is in a month." She grinned. "I have already updated the orders."

"I will memorise them."

"You will recite them," said Corinne, "in alphabetical order."

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