<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong>Submarine Maidens</strong> are <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">trouble</span></em></span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Submarine.jpg)</div><br/><em>Eloise Monot<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On a yacht<br/>Somewhere in the Atlantic</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/202052418_Z1554_BK_Y31013_CABK_Z1271_BKMU_122_568lo.jpg)</div>When the ship had emerged, Eloise had been on the deck. She couldn’t say for sure if she remembered where Holland and Yoko were at that time, but Ophelia had been below deck, in another attempt to repair their ship. After three days and without any help in sight, Eloise’s anguish was slowly turning into real panic. Their calls for help on the radio had yielded no results, to the point of wondering if they ever even reached anyone. Any attempt to repair the damage had failed, and Ophelia was the only one on board who had any chance of doing any repairs anyway. Thoughts of dying in the middle of the Atlantic had plagued her nights. And now this.<br/><br/>What had initially appeared to be a massive beast emerging from the depths of the ocean turned out to be a submarine. Of all the sights they had hoped for – an airplane flying over, a cruise ship passing by, a merchant ship spotting them, even coming upon land – this was the one possibility she had never considered. She pointlessly waved and screamed, an act that was completely obsolete, since the ship would not have emerged right in front of them had they not been there to help them.<br/><br/>She picked up the binoculars she had been using to scan the horizon for the past days and pointed them at the ship. A bulkhead had seemingly opened and a handful of men were emerging. Eventually a small rubber ship also emerged, and it was put to the water, with a pair of men manning it.<strong>“Ophelia, get your butt up here, we’re going to be rescued!” </strong>She shouted down into the ship, having briefly forgotten about her friend who was still toiling away in an attempt to make repairs.<br/><br/>Eloise moved to the bow of the ship and waved eagerly at the approaching little boat. When they came about and stopped at the aft, she moved there and welcome them aboard. The tall black man who boarded the yacht was greeted with an excited hug.<strong>“Oh thank God! We thought we were goners out here… it’s been three days and not a single ship in sight…” </strong>Little did she know, this was not the end but merely the beginning of her adventure…<br/><br/><hr/><em>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden<br/>USS Triton<br/>N13 34 54W31 44 35</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Joseph_Harden.jpg)</div>What had started as a very ordinary day for Joseph had turned odd. The chatter had started all over the ship after an impromptu meeting had been held amongst all senior officers. Talk of changed mission parameters, even one or two doomsday prophets who claimed they had been ordered to shoot some nuclear ordinance towards the Commie bastards. But when he had been summoned by the captain, the task at hand could not have been more unexpected. For one thing, they were rising to the surface, when their mission itinerary had provided for at least a few more weeks of depth dwelling. Secondly, him and Petty Office Zanovic had been ordered to fetch a boat and then briefed they would be rescuing some stranded civilians who were astray on a boat.<br/><br/>Not one to question a superior’s orders, Joseph had just acknowledged that he understood them and after they had broken to the surface, him and Zanovic started moving towards the civilian yacht. Joseph’s next surprise came when he was confronted with the first passenger of said ship. On the bow was a dark-haired and scantily clad young woman, who was waving and shouting at them agitatedly. When they came around the stern and boarded the yacht, the same woman soon hung around his neck, her breasts pressing tightly up against his chest.<strong> “Erm… yes ma’am, we are here to save you…”</strong>Joseph had been ordered to hurry up the evacuation so they could limit their time above water. He detached the woman’s arm’s from his neck and inquired.<strong>“How many of you are there?” </strong>After he was told the number, he instructed Zanovic to help the women on board. The darkhaired girl volunteered to get her friend from below deck, and soon him, Zanovic and four attractive young women were returning to the Triton. Even then, Joseph Harden knew he was peddling himself back to a ship of trouble…<br/>