The water was noticeably placid where we held up last night. An undisturbed mirror. No wave action at all.
That all changed after the Captain ordered our ship forward to close with the becalmed ship. The cut water at the bow cleaved ahead, parting the waters and ruffling its placidity.
We hailed the ship and received back no answer whatsoever.
The Captain sent his First Mate over in their cutter. After a few attempts with a rope and grapple they were able to gain the deck above.
They were some time getting back with their news.
The ship is a grain ship. But no longer carrying grain. It is filled with the carcasses of locusts.
Elijah wants to go over.