The First Glimpse
The team departed just before eleven in the morning, their small patrol craft cutting across calm, glassy waters. They followed the coastline northward until the immense silhouette of the stranded ship appeared ahead. Its frame loomed larger with every passing minute, blotting the horizon. Morgan stood at the bow, eyes narrowed against the glare, studying the corroded behemoth. “That thing’s been out here a long while,” he murmured. “But how did it arrive? And why?”
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