“There’s someone on board!” Elias’s voice cracked as he lowered the binoculars. The man beside him frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Between the containers!” Elias thrust the binoculars into his hands. “They were waving, see for yourself!”
The man adjusted the focus, squinted, then pulled them down with a shake of his head. “Nothing. Just rust and shadows.” Elias snatched them back, breath fogging the glass. He searched again, desperate. Empty. Only rain-slick metal and peeling paint. But he knew what he’d seen. The wave had been too sharp, too human. Someone was there.