The surface of the ocean turned into a broiling froth as the mighty leviathan of the deep broke through the wave tops. First the sleek bow, then the giant metal sail of the submarine rose to meet the daylight. In seconds the undersea craft came to rest, rolling gently in the swell.
The first inkling that the officers and crew of HMS Bedlington, one of the Royal Navy"s new Terrier class of nuclear submarines had that a serious problem existed came almost immediately. The radio room was incapable of establishing communications with their home base at the Royal Naval Dockyard at Rosyth in Scotland. The Bedlington, following two weeks of radio silence whilst on a series of top secret escape and evasion exercises under the Arctic pack ice, vessel had finally extracted itself from the vast reac
