The Final Days of the Franklin

#52 of the 100 Story Challenge

collaboration between dream.ai and the author

The hold sloshed with knee-deep saltwater. Harfnor perched on the ladder and scanned the bits and bobs floating on the surface of the frigid blackness. A rat swam by, its eye reflecting his lantern.

He climbed back up to the deck and shouted over the wind, “Likely all lost, sir.”