“Pirates.” Cari said out loud, not having heard her voice in so long. It sounded rough and dry but it was better than the constant sound of water hitting the cargo container and now the mysterious sound that started a few days ago and wouldn’t stop. “Or a naval ship.” She said, giving a breath of oxygen to sugar snap peas growing on the container wall, attached by wire.

The doppler sonar device wasn’t picking anything up but it never did with its minimal radius. Sometimes she’d be drifting for miles and see ship debris, huge chunks of them usually, and the radar never picked them up. She could see them coming just by standing on top of the storage container before the sonar would even ping. The random debris would clink against her cargo container vessel and float around it Read More