The next several hours were among the most boring of my entire life. According to Uncle Josh, the Diver could move very quickly through the water and, with Iconia’s coordinates entered into the sub’s computers, it would not be very long before we arrived. I had thought ‘not very long before we arrived’ meant something like maybe a couple of hours, but given how many hours passed as we sped through the water, I figured he meant something more like six hours or so.
It didn’t help that I was starting to get claustrophobic. The Diver was surprisingly smooth for a submarine, but at the same time, it would still shake every now and then whenever we ran into a current or if the engines increased their power. Every time it shook, my stomach lurched, but I never threw up even once. I had never rid
