an estimated 1000 sailors die per year (2 large ships / week) to bring us global trade.
It looked almost like a landfill in some areas. Containers had split like dropped melons, spewing cargo: remote-control boats, golf clubs, frozen lobster tails, bicycles, 1000s of plastic air fresheners. A few days into the salvage operation, the stink of rotting seafood got so foul that Austin swiped an air freshener, cracked it open, and rubbed the fragrance cartridge on his mustache.
Gregor J. Rothfuss 