The sound was faint but persistent. It was as though someone was sweeping a floor, first in one direction and then the other. It was also rhythmic, subtle, and knew that no one else was aware of it. That’s the ocean above our heads. Some of them would panic if they knew.
Above those beams, there were layers of coal, rock, dirt, and mud. Right above their heads the Atlantic ocean reigned supreme, with the waters dancing over the sea floor.
While Papa never mentioned it, they knew that one false move or failure of the pumps would send the waters rushing in. It wouldn’t matter if they could swim.
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