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by Craig DeLancey
The old woman they called Ulissa pointed south. “There’s the ship.”
Edoardo raised the binoculars. “Mio dio, it’s huge,” he said.
“It is grande,” Ulissa said, nodding at the giant on the horizon that plowed Westward. The stacked containers on its deck looked like a city of pastel buildings that walled off the horizon. The waves seemed but a pale line along the ship’s towering hull. “Do you see the superstructure? It’s right on the bow.”
Edoardo raised the binoculars again. Ulissa watched him closely. All morning the boy had complained that they wasted their time, and he had come reluctantly, barely obedient to his father’s command. Now, the hulking ship before them made him swallow and stare.
“Yes. I see it.”
“The door to the bridge will be there. And near it, the door to the engine room. Just as I showed you with the diagrams.”
The boy nodded, making a brave face. “Simple,” he said.
Their boat—an open motorboat just five meters long with a single engine hanging off the back—jumped a wave and slapped against the next whitecap. The old woman and the boy bent their knees reflexively, riding the bounce.
Edoardo’s father, Enriche, sat in the back of the motorboat, one hand on the engine tiller, the other on the gunwale. He spoke now for the first time since they’d left the shore, “Storm is coming fast.”
The old woman looked west to where black clouds bore down on a dark sea.
“It’s best so,” she said. “They won’t try to get a drone through that.”
“You’re sure no one is on that ship?” Edoardo asked.
“It’s not a ghost ship,” Ulissa said. “Not even the dead will ride her.”
The boat jumped and the engine bit only air for a moment, shrieking. They hit the water and spray doused them all.
“Ma, mio dio, it’s huge,” Edoardo repeated.