The rusted hull of the ship protruded eerily from the ocean floor. We were still in shallow waters, as neither the Belgians nor I were very experienced divers, and so couldn't go out to see the deepest sunk ships. Swimming down carefully, I could see through one of the portholes of the ship, making out a few items of metal furniture still preserved from so long ago. The place where the American bombs had hit was clearly visible, too, twisted and broken metal everywhere. An octopus seemed to be making a home at one end of the vessel; it looked at me with alien curiousity as I swam past.

    生锈的船体怪异地从海底伸出 ......