I sat up, my flesh burning, and stared about.

The light shining through the single closed port was dim, convincing me the sun had already set, yet I could perceive the few furnishings of that interior.

These consisted merely of a double berth, a blanket spread over the lower mattress, and a four-legged stool.

Hooks, empty, decorated the walls, and a small lamp dangled from the overhead beam.

As I got to my feet I could feel a faint throb of the engine, and realized we were moving slowly through the water.