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Storm frowned.

"After what?"

Nathan looked directly at me.

"After Sea Maiden."

Ward had been quietly studying Grandpa's logbook.

He hadn't said a word for several minutes.

Suddenly...

He stopped turning pages.

"Storm."

I looked over.

"What is it?"

He tapped a page near the back of the journal.

"These entries."

I walked beside him.

"So?"

"They change."

I frowned.

"They're still Grandpa's handwriting."

Ward nodded.

"They are."

"But not his language."

Ben stepped closer.

"What do you mean?"

Ward pointed to several entries.

"Early in the journal..."

"...he writes like a captain."

He turned another page.

"'Clear skies.'"

"'Gentle swells.'"

"'Passengers enjoyed dolphins today.'"