Chapter 17
Frank hadn’t bothered taking a trip around the island. It felt like he should stay on board, stay alert and keep an eye on Nero, who had taken ill. Something was spiking in his senses, and he wanted to follow his own lead. The ship set sail around 6.30PM and a half-hour later Frank rapped on Nero’s door. “You eating?”
There was a pause followed by a light groan. He knocked again. “Mark?”
“I’m going to skip the dinner. Still feel like s**t. You go ahead.”
“Alright. I’ll be back in an hour.”
Frank walked up the stairs to the lower decks, looked up and down the empty corridor and then descended, lurching into the side of the stair rail from a roll of the ship. The weather seemed to be getting more stormy. When he went to the canteen, it was empty. No one around, not even the c
