Chapter 6
Once they were back on board and in their stateroom, Nick kicked off his boots and dropped into one of the armchairs, rubbing his knees. Todd ripped open the envelope and pulled out a stack of papers, flipping through them as he sat in the other chair facing Nick.
“Jimmy found us a decent amount of information,” Todd said.
Nick took the packet of paper Todd held out and leaned back in his chair, leafing through the pages. There were two separate packets of paper inside the envelope; Todd was looking through the other.
“Wilbur Snow. Originally from Labrador Protectorate, a farmer and born—” Nick leaned forward and squinted at the paper. “Holy crap, he’s over a hundred years old according to this.”
Todd glanced up from his stack of papers and quirked an eyebrow. “He’s aged wel
