The Cargo Bay

They squeezed through a twisted doorway, emerging into the ship’s vast belly. Containers lay broken, their contents scattered and sinking. Pools of seawater sloshed against tilted beams.
In one corner, barrels half-submerged pressed against supports. Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “No markings,” she muttered. “These weren’t listed as standard cargo.” The unease sharpened. Something wasn’t right.
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