I hear fireworks.
Is it the Fourth of July already?
Or are those cannons?
It’s getting hotter in the ship. Humid. Ghost waves crash against the sides and a bell rings in the distance.
The girl is gone but I can feel her eyes watching me from some shadow. I still don’t know where her friends are.
I step on something that was once hard. My flashlight moves over old bones and driftwood.
“This ship has been here for centuries. Before the lights. Before your people. Before the desert sands covered everything.”
I hear wind. More fireworks. She takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the wreck.