Russell swung the sledgehammer again. The plywood cracked. Again and again he pounded against the counter the previous owner had installed as a galley. He’d used so much glue and near enough a thousand screws that a sledge was the only way to take it out.
He slammed it again and the right side finally broke free.
Demolition. It felt good. Exactly what he needed.
The left side was finally looser. His muscles burned as he drove the hammer repeatedly against the stubborn plywood.
Without warning the whole counter broke free and fell. Twisted as it bounced off the curve of the hull.
He jumped back, slammed his head on an open porthole, his legs were stopped by the pilot berth and the counter clipped his shins so sharply that he collapsed onto the bunk. He tried to kick the counter free, b
