Roger
The sun was beginning to break through the dense fog that had enveloped us for what seemed like an eternity. Abby and I stepped onto the deck of the ship, feeling a wave of relief wash over us as the salty spray of the sea hit our skin. Despite the oppressive heat of the cabins, the air was surprisingly cool outside, which was a welcome change.
The crew had been rationing the AC for days now, citing concerns over fuel, though I wasn"t sure I believed them. Isaac and his crew had a penchant for making others suffer, and I had my suspicions that there was something else going on.
Suddenly, Blake jogs up to us. “Good to see you out and about. I came by twice, but there was no answer. It had me worried.”
“I’m not big on visitors these days,” I say. “Besides, where could we have gone?
