Powerless, its twin rudders moving freely, the craft traveled wherever the ocean dictated. Mostly in circles. Occasionally, an ocean swell crested the foredeck and washed away another of the lifeless bodies lying in dark brown pools. Hundreds of spent shell casings first bumped into a wave prow, then noisily rained down the sticky steel stairs in the forecastle to scatter wildly on the smooth deck of the main open cargo hold, rolling about from wall to wall, encountering nothing to hinder their travels. Nothing except for a few ropes and chains and a humming Hercules lift, still idling along all by itself directly below the open armored hatch in the deck above.