Struggling For Composure
Ethan pressed his back against the whale’s tongue, straining to keep his breaths steady. His fingers shook as he felt for his gauge again.
The pressure in his tank had dropped even further, and his lungs were starting to burn. “I have to make it out,” he whispered hoarsely.
Fighting to stay calm, he desperately searched for any sliver of light, anything that could guide him to safety.
But all he found was darkness and his dwindling air supply.