Derelict

"Helllooo?" Claudia throws back her hood and listens. There is no answer but the wind.

The main cabin has been prepared for a merciless winter. Bookshelves are boarded over, chart files are empty, and all equipment has been stored in crates stacked against a far wall. You pull open a drawer under a scarred worktable; there's nothing in it but a dictionary. "Not a very plush ship, either," you observe.

"It'll do." Claudia briskly surveys the stacks of crates. "Hello, look at this." She holds up what looks like a mailing tube.

"What is it?" you ask. She pops it open and half a dozen huge photographs slide out onto the table. The top one begins to unroll, revealing an image of human feet, half-wrapped in rags.

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