The old wooden boat vibrated violently as Min-ho pushed the engine far past its legal safety limits. But their small craft was no match for military power. Suddenly, the sea directly behind them literally split open. The ocean bubbled and hissed as a colossal, glistening black steel hull broke through the surface, spraying cascades of white foam into the air.
The massive attack submarine blocked the horizon, looming over their tiny wooden stern like a metal monster. The sun glinted off its wet, smooth armor and the rows of stealth tiles designed to hide it from civilian screens.
Through a booming, electronic megaphone on the submarine’s tower, a loud, cold voice cut through the wind. They were ordering the two friends to shut down their engine immediately, warning that any further movement would be considered a hostile violation of their territory. They were threatening to fire.