It was eerie, that silence.
The sun had barely risen from its bed, only now rousing itself and spreading its wings across the horizon, casting a ghostly pallor over the vast lake. In the dimness of this eldritch glow the ferry glided quietly, the only sound the rush of water surging past the bow and around the vessel.
It was like a floating tomb.
This was fitting, I thought, as one by one I took up the heavy black plastic sacks, heaved them up to the rail and pushed them overboard, listening as each one fell with a satisfying splash.