My Fishing Boat’s Engine Died Right in Front of a Drifting 500-Foot Ghost Ship, Then This Happened… 

Leo pulled himself over the thick metal railing and stepped onto the main deck of the Albatross. The sheer size of the ship made him dizzy. Thousands of massive, multi-colored shipping containers were stacked high like giant blocks, stretching out in long rows that felt like an empty city street.

The environment was completely strange. The sun was shining brightly, and the sea was calm, yet the massive deck was completely empty. The only sound was a deep, rhythmic, mechanical hum running somewhere deep within the ship’s engine room. “Hello!” Leo shouted, his voice echoing sharply off the metal containers before being swallowed up by the vast ocean air. “Is anyone on board?” 

No one answered. The wind whipped a loose strap against a metal wall, creating a rhythmic banging sound that made his heart skip a beat. Leo gripped his flashlight tightly, walking slowly toward the large living quarters at the back of the ship.