Inside the ship was mostly empty. There were two unbroken bottles of wine, not that it would serve Logan much good at the moment, and a few floating pieces of clothing and plastic coffee mugs, and other kitchen ware that had escaped being swept away in the sinking of the ship.  A few bullet holes that were visible under the water testified to the reason the boat had sunk, and in the right light Logan might be able to see the decayed and very dead body of someone who might have been a Walker, back before another person had blown half his head away. Shrimp and small fish had picked off most of the flesh, though, and only bone and tattered clothing was left on most of the body. The water in the boat definitely wasn't safe to drink.<br/><br/>As the the unanswered question of whether or not Logan was a good man still echoed in the inner room of the ship, a portable ham radio that had not been touched by the water gave off a little static sound. The battery was still working, somehow, and the radio was operative. Someone had been going from channel to channel, and a distant 'Can any-<i>squelch</i>-ead me? Over? Any one?<i>crackle</i>'. Then the channel went blank as the radio operator moved on to other channels.<br/><br/>Somewhere out there were others.  Others... searching for survivors.<br/><br/>Up on the deck the old doctor had sat back down and had taken off his boots and socks. He was wringing out his socks, muttering to himself that this whole thing would be different if 'somebody's disobedient daughter' would have married Jakovich like she was supposed to.  His daughter tried to ignore him and instead turned her attention to Naomi.<br/><br/>"Oh! Clothes, yeah. I guess I do." She unslung her pack and unzipped it, then unloaded a few bundles that looked like they were specialized; first aid in one, cooking things in another. She pulled out a few heavy duty Ziplock bags and passed one to Naomi. "It's just sweats, socks, and a t-shirt, but it's emergency clothing. It should fit."  She began to stuff her things back in her pack. "I think it might be a good idea to head across though," she turned to look out at the other side of the river. "I'd hate to go to sleep on board and then find one of those things climbing on board in the middle of the night."<br/><br/>As she scanned the water she saw what looked like another person. At first she thought that it was a swimming Walker and her blood ran cold, but as the other person's strokes became more smooth she realized it had to be a live one. "Oh my God, what is she doing?  She's leaving the side that's safest," Eliza presumed. "At least..." she looked behind them at the nearer shore and then at Naomi. "Maybe we should let your friend know what's going on. He seems like he might know what to do."  She was worried; what if this other person was a danger? Or worse, what if they found out that the other side was as dangerous as the side they just left? Where would they go?