Our boat rose and fell over hundreds of feet with each swell the ocean boasted during a storm on the South Pacific Ocean. Even though our submarine cruised hundreds of feet below the storm, the underwater swells controlled us like a kid in a playful bath time. I stood watch in the torpedo room and from time to time would feel weightless. Thoughts of panic occasionally entered my mind. I was helpless and could do nothing. All I did was trust that the boat was safe at the hands of my captain. Purpose of a storm I wrote about ...