Scaling the Side
Bringing their patrol craft in as near as safety allowed, the marines spotted an aged ladder dangling down the cruise ship’s port side. Rust clung to every rung, the whole frame swaying loosely. Morgan eyed it with suspicion. “That thing hasn’t held anything heavier than a bird in years,” he muttered. Still, choices were limited. They had to climb. One by one, the marines began their careful, tense ascent toward the ship’s deck.
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