With Samantha safely in the room, Jason made his way through the corridors toward the captain’s quarters. The morning light felt harsher now, casting sharp shadows across the walls. He rehearsed his observations in his mind, determined to convey the urgency without sounding alarmist, knowing the stakes were high.
Finally reaching the captain’s room, Jason relayed everything he’d seen—the strange boats, the peculiar guests, the missing bracelet, and the man watching the laptop. But the captain merely shrugged, a hint of amusement in his expression. “Perhaps you’re overthinking,” he replied dismissively. “These could be coincidences.”