"Come on!" Jen shouted. She wanted Claire to hurry.
Claire threw her ruck sack through the hole in the metal. "Why're we going into this old shipwreck?" She asked.
Jen rolled her eyes before helping Claire onto the deck. "We ran away;" Jen said. "Salvaging junk to sell is the only way. Now shut up and come on."
Claire shivered, picked up her bag and turned on her phone's light. The smell of sea water and decaying debris was overwhelming. As they were walking, the light caught something. "Oh my fucking god!" She screamed. "There's a face on this wall."
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