Reaching the Top
Dylan’s hands gripped the final rung. And with one last pull, he hoisted himself onto the top deck, soaked in sea mist and sweat. Mason followed seconds later, rolling to his feet beside him. They both took in the eerie stillness. The deck was empty. Lifeboats hung neatly on the side. And the sunbeds on deck looked like they were waiting for people to sit in them.
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