Paragraph 16. In the blackness, water continued to lap at Scoot's chin. She had settled against what had been the deck of the
galley alcove, her body in an upright position on debris.
Everything not tied down or in a locker was now between
the overhead ribs. Wooden hatch covers from the bilges
were floating in the water and the naked bilges were
exposed. Just aft of her body, and now above it, was the
small diesel engine as well as the batteries. Under the
water were cans of oil, one of them leaking. Battery acid
might leak, too. Few sailors could imagine the nightmare
that existed inside the Sea Dog. Scoot's pretty face was
splashed with engine oil.