You practically dive down the stairs. You don't want to be caught snooping around.
Inside the lower room is the engine, and some sleeping cots. But on the walls, making the room feel small, are shelves with bagged bodies. You are scared. You begin frantically searching the room for a good place to hide.
Someone in a sharp purple suit walks down the stairs of the boat and faces you. You hear a soft chuckle, and you see the purple-suited worker smile.