Strangely uneasy all day. But no one else aboard shares my apprehension.
It started this morning over breakfast. The dawn was slow arriving. The darkness clung everywhere, refusing to lift and give place to the light.
I mentioned this to Elijah. He only shrugged his shoulders and kept eating.
I planned to take some exercise on the deck, stopping first to check in on the bridge. Both the Captain and Tomas were present. But each was irritated about something, so I took the cue and launched into my walk down below.
It seemed to me that the storm of a couple of days ago had returned, only this time it was internal instead of external.
Time for the special cabin.