The wave wasn't the largest he'd ever seen, but it was large enough to capsize the supertanker, the overworked and undermaintained metal breaking apart like tissue paper.
He'd gotten into a lifeboat before a wave took a bunkhead into his head and knocked him out.
He woke up on a desert island that Hollywood would reject as too unrealisticly beautiful, with a few shipping containers washed up on the sand.
Slowly, he grabbed the tool from the lifeboat and opened them.
Cans of stew. Food!
Sheets and blankets. Cloth!
Flat pack furniture. Burning materials!
Passed out illegal immigrants.
More food!
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