The injured Nautilus neared the smokestacks on the horizon that characterize Freeport. The barges came into view, littering the bay outside the harbour entrance, dwarfing our vessel with their massive multi-ton sterns and unimaginably heavy load of cargo and storage containers. I reeled in the fishing line, hoping to avoid catching any fish from the discharge of these metallic monsters. We radioed into the marina and were told how to reach the dock. We filed in between the rock jetties and gawked at the giant blue cranes lined up like ten outstretched Eiffel Towers, dropping rusty storage containers onto barges bearing the destinations Valetta, Monrovia, Shanghai, and Panama. This massive operation gave an eerie impression to the scale of unnoticed movement of goods around the world. We then came upon a row of derelict cruise
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