The Maw

After fixing some small electrical problems with the lights in the aft of the cabin, the burrito submarine and its crew set a course north through the Green Sauce Sea. After traveling a distance of approximately 120 nautical miles at a depth of 2000ft, the crew came upon a great chasm in the ocean floor. The exterior lighting off the burritos bow could barely illuminate the great gaping maw that laid before them. The sauce was somewhat murky with small chunks of a strange luminous form of tomato drifting in a current that that swelled up from the depths below. As they peered over the edge, the members of the beefchunk crew couldnt help but feel like they were looking into blackest soul of the earth. It was as if they had found the requiem for every dark secret that has ever been held inside their chest, every dark thought that had ever crossed their mind, and every dark nightmare that had ever blackened their dreams.