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THE FLOW OF THE WATER drew the craft towards the escape hole, then into the fast flowing area just outside it. Then into the opening.
Leisha had called for everyone to take to their seats and strap in again. I gripped the armrests. This was even scarier than coming down between those rock spikes. There were huge cavities inside these mountains.
We washed down a drop-off, a couple of metres into ink darkness. The craft fell sideways, crunched into the bottom, but bobbed back up. The water roared all around us. Leisha attempted to light the outside lights, but before we could see if they worked, we were sucked into an underground maelstrom.
The craft bumped into the sides and obstacles in the stream.
I clutched the armrests of the seat.
If we got stuck, we’d be screwed. We wouldn’t
