Like a bad dream in slow motion the water off the port quarter parted into a foamy spray to revel the black curved dome of a submarine. From the wheelhouse, Barbara saw it a microsecond before its shattering impact cut Starfish in half. On the fore deck, Jack's back was to the working davit as he felt the impact of its arm sweep him overboard. Starfish's hull was penetrated forward of her wheelhouse. The vociferate howl of ripping metal briefly...