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Chapter 12
Roger The third day on the ship feels different. Electric energy hangs in the air, with a sense of danger and uncertainty. I awake from my fitful sleep, and as I peer out my cabin window, all I can see are choppy waves and rolling black clouds—a stark contrast to the tranquil waters from yesterday. The cabin is silent. Then voices drift in from outside my cabin—panicked passengers competing for attention with desperate cries and accusations. I throw on a shirt and open my door to investigate. A dozen people are gathered around a crew member in the central hallway. They plead and shout, their air of desperation palpable. The crew member holds his hands up, trying to calm them. “Please,” he says in a low, steady voice. “I understand your concerns, but I ask you to remain calm. We are do
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