Needing to share

Luke scanned the ship, then the group of survivors. Two tanks—that was all they had. Ten men needed saving. The math was grim, but not impossible. “We’ll need to share air,” Luke said firmly, gesturing to the regulators. “It’s the only way.” His flashlight swept across the ship’s frame, stopping on a massive wooden beam. “If we can break something buoyant, it’ll help us rise faster. Less time underwater, more chance.”
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