“Which one is it?” Dominick asked while leading the nose of his gun against Emilio’s back. The sight before them had been rather tragic for any maritime enthusiast. When standing upon the dock, you were able to see the decrepit ships that were once the jewels of the sea; their uses having ranged from protecting America in battle to tugboats, supporting the vast vessels they were miniature versions of. But the tragedy had not been in the rusting metal or the water that had come aboard their now rotting decks; but in the position in which they were left with such neglect; a reminder of humanity discarding items that could still hold a proper use if given a little care.
“If he hasn’t moved her, she was in one of the ones farthest in the water…” Emilio spoke sheepishly before pointing towar
