He could feel the crunch of the crumbling material through his gloves. It was accompanied by a flash of terror. He let go, allowing himself to float back from the ship, his heart skittering too fast. The awe and anxiety were being replaced with something darker. Dread. In the brief moment he’d touched the metal, he’d felt the danger of the place. This ship wasn’t a gem on the ocean floor, waiting to be found. It was a trap. A monstrous, hideous trap. Unfeeling, unyielding.
