The Lucella was bigger than any of the ships I'd seen that day. Three hundred metres long, her red paint smooth, she was huge. I followed Sheridan up a steel ladder attached her side.
We met Captain Bemis on the bridge. Through the glass windows on every side we saw the deck below. Men in yellow jackets were washing out the holds. Captain Bemis was a short man with serious eyes and a calm manner.
‘Someone deliberately put water in the holds of the Lucella,’ Bemis began. ‘Young Warshawski wanted to talk to us about it.