“Hold that line, and keep it open.” Jeremy screamed from the rear of the ship. Isaac did as he was told but his arms ached and his head was pounding. There were so many packets heading his way that he was having a hard time focusing on his task. The rain poured against him hard, barraging and distorting his perceptions. Still, he held strong. The line Isaac held was a thin cable of fibers. It was patchwork and many loose...