20k Leagues Under the Sea: Baritones

[The elevator deposits you in the interior of a spacious submersible with a decidedly steampunk aesthetic. All of the metal is brushed bronze, and the navigation tools look to be turn of the century]
[Through the periscope, you can still see the sky; the water visible through the circular windows is a pale blue-green, kissed by filtering sunlight]

ROUND 4 RESULTS
"The first way," it goes on, "is death by crushing. The second is death by asphyxiation. I don't mention the possibility of death by starvation because our provisions will certainly last longer than we will. Therefore, let's concentrate on our chances of being crushed or asphyxiated."
[The submersible continues to sink into the murky quiet of the depths. Perhaps that is what makes it so easy to hear the deceptively soft snap as the thin crack down the glass begins to spread, branching quick as lightning the full width of the view port. And perhaps for a moment, you feel assured that somehow, miraculously, the pressure inside and out reaches equilibrium as nothing happens.
But that reassurance would be short-lived, as the tiniest piece of glass shoots forward into the vehicle, water spraying into the breach with the full power of the ocean's depths behind it, all apparently singularly focused on meeting you in its watery embrace]
[Only you can say what exactly happens after that. But eventually you wash up elsewhere...]