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Your keen eyesight enables you to make out a line of dark shapes in front of the ship. It is a line of logs chained together: a boom lying directly in the path of the riverboat. Instantly you recognize the danger and rush to the bridge to warn the helmsman.
‘Look out! There’s a boom across the river!’
Desperately, he spins the ship’s wheel, but it is too late to avoid a collision. The screech of twisted metal and splintering wood tears through the silence as the Kazonara swings broadside-on into the chained logs. You brace yourself and hang on tightly as the boat lurches and rocks back and forth.
