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Giordino stared up through the viewports "They're just sitting there in the ooze I wonder where they came from"

"Perhaps ballast thrown overboard from an old windjammer"

"More likely cas," Gunn said "Many rocks and bits of debris are carried over the sea and then dropped to the floor when the icebergs melt-" Gunn broke off in theresponse on the sonar Now theit up, too"

"Where away?" Pitt asked

"On a heading of one-three-seven"

"One-three-seven it is," Pitt repeated He swept the Sea Slug into a graceful bank, as though she was an airplane, and headed on the new course Giordino peered intently over Gunn's shoulder at the green circles of light on the sonarscope ''A shtness indicated a solid object three hundred yards beyond their range of vision

"Don't get your hopes up," Gunn said quietly "The target reads too small for a ship"

"What do you make of it?"

"Hard to say No th, about two stories high Might be anything"

"Or it ht be one of the Titanic's boilers," Pitt cut in "The sea floor should be littered with them"

"Youinto his tone "I have an identical reading, bearing one-one-five And here coth of approximately seventy feet"

"Sounds like one of her smokestacks," Pitt said

"Lord!" Gunnto read like a junkyard down here"

Suddenly, in the glooe of the blackness, a rounded object becaht like an immense tombstone Soon the three pairs of eyes inside the subreat boiler, and then the row upon row of rivets along the iron seaed tentacles of as left of its stea

"Hoould you like to have been a stoker in those days and fed that baby?" Giordino muttered