The Stranger in the Lifeboat

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LeFleur felt his pulse quicken. He knew the protocol: owners of a vessel
are to be notified before any lifeboat contents are disturbed. But that could
take a long time. And hadn’t the owner died in the explosion? Hadn’t
everyone died?
He looked back at Rom, who stood a good forty feet away, staring at the
clouds. What the hell, LeFleur thought, his Sunday was already ruined.
He opened the flap and pulled the contents out a few inches. He blinked
twice to make sure he was seeing correctly. There, sealed inside a plastic bag,
were the remains of a notebook.