The escape shuttle slowly sank into the Kraken Mare, the immense sea of liquid methane on Titan.
The survivors crowded into the cockpit to discuss their options.
“We have enough oxygen for a few days. There are pressure suits for everyone, too.”
“Swimming through this is going to be difficult.”
“And what happens when we get to the surface?”
This final question was quietly contemplated for a few minutes before some hitherto unknown aquatic creature pressed a grotesque appendage against the cockpit glass.
“Well, I’ll get cyanide capsules for everyone,” an officer finally said. “Would anyone rather use my firearm?”
(Note about the featured image: this is a false–color image showing a few of the lakes and seas of Titan)