Needing to share
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Luke scanned the ship, then the survivors. Two tanks—that was all they had. Ten men needed saving. “We’ll share air,” Luke said firmly. “It’s the only way.”
His flashlight swept across the ship’s frame, stopping on a massive wooden beam. “If we break something buoyant, it’ll help us rise faster. Less time underwater, more chance.” His words carried urgency.
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