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WHERE I GO, YOU CANNOT FOLLOW
Inside the mini-submarine, DSV Nautile. The Gulf of Oman. Heading north toward Karachi, Pakistan, away from the wreckage of the submarine Simbirsk, and from the rendezvous with the ferryboat. October 16, 3:22 a.m. local time (Oct. 15, 6:22 p.m. EST).
After stepping off the ferryboat and climbing aboard the mini-sub, Waseem Jarrah surveyed the cramped inside of the vessel with its myriad of control panels, dials, and gages. He had never been inside such a craft. The interior LED lighting glowed forest green. The dim lighting was backdropped by the blackness of the night sea, visible through two small portholes, each with seven-inch-thick Lucite glass. He squinted in the dank space as his eyes adjusted to the green glow.
“It smells like a pig has been liv
