Just shadows slipping between stacks whenever the clouds shifted. One of the container doors stood slightly ajar, swaying in the wind. Elias swallowed, edging closer. He pressed a hand against the cold metal and peered inside. Empty. Only coils of rope and a half-rotted tarp.
The smell of oil and salt hung heavy in the air. Elias pulled back, nerves buzzing. He reminded himself why he had come—the figure he had seen. Someone had waved at him. He was sure that he hadn’t imagined it. Further down the deck, a light flickered.