TELL MY WIFE THE ORCHIDS NEED SULFUR.
FIVE SOULS. NO POWER. HULL INTEGRITY 12%. FOLLOWING YOUR TRANSPONDER. ETA DAWN. GODSPEED. Lin checked the AIS. No vessel within fifty miles. No transponder but his own. Then the telex printed one final line, smaller, as if the machine were running out of strength: wanhai telex
At first light, the coast guard found a life raft. Inside: five crewmen from a sunken freighter, listed as dead six years ago. They were hypothermic, delirious, but alive. They all claimed a green-hulled container ship had pulled alongside them in the dark—a ship that vanished when the sun rose. TELL MY WIFE THE ORCHIDS NEED SULFUR
He didn’t know Captain Sung’s wife, but he knew sulfur was used to acidify soil for Cymbidium ensifolium —the orchid Sung had written a paper about, back when he was a young third officer. HULL INTEGRITY 12%