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Finding a ladder

On the ship’s lower port side, they spotted what they hoped to find—a dangling ladder partially submerged in the water. “Jackpot,” Dylan said. “Guess this is our way up.” They stopped paddling and drifted beneath it. The metal was slick with sea mist. Barnacles clung to the lower rungs like stubborn passengers. But it appeared the only way up, leaving them little choice.
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