Surfers Thought They Found Abandoned Ship, Until They See Smoke Coming From Its Chimney

Climbing up

Both men secured their boards to the rope hooks on their backs, fastening them like elongated backpacks. Then Dylan grabbed the rung and pulled himself up, one foot at a time. Mason followed close behind. The ocean rocked gently below them as they climbed in silence. Neither said it out loud, but they felt it—whatever was on that ship, it creeped them out a bit.