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A questionable ladder
One by one, they stepped onto their own deck, boots thudding against the damp surface. In front of them loomed the ghost ship, its peeling paint and open holes making it look barely seaworthy. A frayed rope held the rusted ladder in place. “Ladder looks questionable,” someone muttered. Harris grabbed it. “Only one way to find out,” he said.
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