I turned toward him, my face a mask of seriousness. “What makes you think that?”
Calypso stiffened and his smile faded. Flickers of fire burned within the deep catacombs of his eyes and he narrowed them to match my solemn look. “Because you are not like the others,” he muttered.
I was about to ask what he meant by that when Satou interrupted us from down the hall. “Come on Nathan, we need to move quickly.”
I gave one final look into Calypso"s fiery eyes before trotting down the hall after Satou. I played his words over in my head, wondering what he meant by “others”. Did he mean the other crew members? Or was he referring to other Cartographers? So many questions swirling around in my mind distracted me so much that when we entered the docking bay, I practically walked face first to Gar
