Fortunate tide
Morgan’s mind turned to his own men, spread across the vessel. The thought of them walking corridors still carrying infection twisted his stomach. He hoped desperately none had come into contact with the sick, hidden deep inside the ship’s rusting body. Fear whispered, but he forced it aside, staying focused on Andrew’s story. The survivor’s words had not ended in despair. There was something more—a blessing hidden inside the tragedy.
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