The Periscope

Steel periscope juts from the surfaced submarine into choppy Mediterranean waters. Indy grips its slick surface through afternoon sun that warms his upper body against relentless cold spray, dusk exhaustion where wet whip bites skin, and night peril with shark fins circling the hull. He peers through the eyepiece amid cramps and fatigue before the sub dives, turning this precarious perch into a hinge of survival and vulnerability.