Panic sets in
Nothing seemed to work. With each passing minute, Ethan’s breathing became faster and shallower, and panic began to take hold of him, tightening his chest like a fetter. “Stay calm, stay calm,” he whispered to himself, but the words could barely get through his growing fear. He felt time slipping away, the clock ticking against him, and the darkness seemed to swallow up what little remained of his strength. “Come on, open up!” He shouted, slapping against the whale’s tongue again, but his energy was dwindling fast. He struggled to maintain hope, even as his breathing became more difficult and despair began to threaten to overwhelm him.
Panic sets in
Struggling to keep his composure
Ethan pressed his back against the whale’s tongue, trying desperately to keep his breathing steady. His fingers trembled as he reached for the pressure gauge again. The pressure in his tank had dropped even further, and his lungs were starting to burn with every breath. “I’ve got to make it out,” he whispered with difficulty, feeling the ache of panic tighten. Struggling to stay calm, he looked for any thread of light, anything to guide him to safety. But as fear took hold of him, all he found was darkness and a dwindling supply of air.
Struggling To Keep His Composure
