Leo gripped the backup radio microphone, his knuckles white. He looked back out the heavy windows at the endless stacks of containers on the deck. Why hadn’t this massive mountain of steel gone under yet?
According to the logbook, the crew had panicked and fled hours ago. If a ship takes on that much water, it doesn’t just sit perfectly straight in the afternoon sun, riding the waves like a normal boat. It felt like he was standing on a floating impossibility.
Was the computer screen lying, or was the hull about to suddenly crack in half and drag him down into the deep Atlantic? He couldn’t risk going down into the dark, lower decks alone to find out. Every second he spent trying to solve the mystery was a second he was risking his own life. The confusion was dizzying, but he couldn’t leave a runaway giant drifting into danger. He had to make the call.