Tweendeck Number 2
Job wrote:In the lower hold, three layers of 55-gallon drums stand ominously on end, stacked one layer atop another; each level of drums are separated by one-inch by six-inch dunnage boards. It is here, in the lower hold, that the smell of gasoline is strongest. The Fairchild monoplane sits perched on the top layer of gasoline drums with its wings folded back, held down by heavy cables, hooks, chains, and ropes.taokan wrote:Camille lowered her head with a jerk, pausing long enough to raise a hand in salute to the bird, elbow stiff, before turning away to make her way through the crates, searching the gaps between each one.
Carefully searching about the hold with her electric torch, Camille spots a small bundle of cloth that is thrust between two fuel drums below the top layer of boards. Even when she lies prone on the boarding and reaches down as far as she is able, she cannot grasp it.
Exasperated, Camille climbs back up the ladder from lower hold number two to the tweendeck hold and continues on up to the main deck, thinking all the while about how she might retrieve that bundle. Then she remembers the Bosun's store, a separate compartment that could be accessed through tweendeck hold number one, and recalls that this particular area contains tools, ropes, shovels, buckets, brooms and a number of other items that might help. As she climbs nearer the upper hatch, she begins hearing the sounds of furious activity on the main deck, people running and shouting. "...and that captain's orders are to return to your cabins!"
Link to Ship's floorplan
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Job. (the tortured one)