Something that floats

The others looked at him uncertainly, but there was no time for hesitation. The plan wasn’t safe, but it was their only shot. Luke braced against the ship’s deck, prying loose a hollow wooden beam that groaned as it cracked free. Despite being waterlogged, it still held pockets of air, enough to carry weight. He turned back to the group. “This is it. Hold on tight. We’re going to the surface.”
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