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.'"