I had a dream in the early morning. I was jolted out of a deep sleep by a rhythmic pounding reverberating throughout the ship.
I left our cabin. There the pounding became muffled, but I could see a globe of light glowing as though through the bulkheads, emanating from somewhere below.
My footsteps took me to its source – the first container strapped to the deck.
The minute I touched its door, I awoke for real.
I looked to Elijah’s bunk. He was not there.
I encountered Tomas in the passageway. He had been on watch and saw a light down on the deck.
We found Elijah peering in through its open door.
We passed the day combing through its contents.