"Did you see his eyes, captain?" Mase asked as he stared down at his cowboy boots.
"Yes, and I don't understand it, just like I don't understand most of what happens on this ship," Captain Glenn said and sighed. "I hope Randolph doesn't need a doctor if we find him."
"When we find him, you mean," Mase corrected and glanced at me.
"When is right," Glenn said with a nod. "After lunch, we can see if Daryl is awake and calm enough to explain himself. Did you see Randolph's door?"
Mase gave a curt nod.
"What about Randolph's door?" I asked.
"It's been sucked in or pushed in or..." Captain Glenn shook his head. "It's so warped, I'm not sure anything will open it."
A thick, almost tangible worry weighed on my chest. Was he even in his room? And more importantly, was he okay?
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