The air in the corridor feels heavier as Jack and I make our way back to our cabin after witnessing the chilling encounter below deck. My mind races, replaying the scene we just witnessed. The masked men, the cryptic exchange, and Alex Carter’s unnerving calm all point to something far more sinister than I had imagined.
Jack walks beside me, his jaw clenched and his blue eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and determination. His broad shoulders are tense, and his fists are balled at his sides. I can tell he’s trying to piece everything together, just as I am.
As we step into the relative safety of our cabin, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The silence between us is thick, filled with the unspoken weight of what we’ve seen.
“What the hell is going on, Anit
