Noah thought he’d seen enough, and so he flipped off the light. Captain Minotaur faded from view, disappearing into the darkness like the mist of the past.
He walked back across the room to the host stand. It was a black desk, with an angled shelf and a ledger already in place. A quill pen and ink were adjacent to it. He had expected a computer, or at least a tablet, where he could keep track of reservations and table assignments. Something more modern. So, he had his first questions for Friday’s meeting.
For now, he departed the lounge, wondering where next on the ship he’d explore.
What he realized though was how tired he was. With so little sleep, his yawns were bound to catch up to him. What if he took a quick break, napped inside the stateroom down the hall? He started down the hal
