The island of *Isla de la Muerte* was a jagged fang of black volcanic basalt jutting three hundred feet out of the churning Aegean Sea. Crowned by the crumbling stone ramparts of a 14th-century Venetian fortress heavily retrofitted with steel observation towers, satellite radomes, and automated searchlights, it was an impenetrable citadel. Down in the submerged launch bay of *The Obsidian Sovereign*, the mood was grim and lethal. The water…
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