Rusted Ship

The boat cuts through the barrier waters. Occasionally they spot others who dropped in ahead of them at the launch and have already found their spots or one of them. The Sun is struggling to get into the sky as well.

He is gazing at the water the boat is cutting as they make their run and is shocked as he raises his head and sees the hull of the ship rusted, abandoned, and stuck in the shallow waters towering above them and all the grass islands around.

“How did it get here?”

“No idea. Just always been there. Maybe road a tidal surge in. Maybe some weird high tide.”

“Can we go on it?”

“Well you are welcome to try, but I ain’t hauling your ass back for a tetanus shot.”

“Probably fall apart on me just for trespassing.”