Death comes early on the shipbreaking beaches of Bangladesh. Giant ships, workhorses of the rapacious consumer economy come to the beach at Chittagong to die useless, leaching toxins, oil and chemicals but still worth more than the humans breaking them. Life expectancy is 20 years lower for these men. Given minimal safety equipment, and often beginning work before the age of 13, scores of them are killed and maimed every year. By profiting from salvaging the carcasses of its ships at the expense of the poorest people on the planet and its vulnerable ecosystems, is this industry beyond salvation?