After having sulked all day, Hank finally made it out on deck. The ship cut through the clouds as if they were travelling through ghost realms. Steel’s black hat almost misted out where he stood gazing out into the nothingness next to the bronze ship’s clock by the forecastle.
“What are you doing?”
“Captain. Nothing, really?” He sighed, and his shoulders slumped as he continued to look into the clouds.
Hank searched for something to say. “Where are we?”
Steel sighed again, and Hank started to panic. He didn’t know how to handle this melancholy. Captain Elazar Steel didn’t act like this.
“We’re almost there.”
“Almost there? In Rovaniemi?”
“I should think so.” He turned to look at Hank, his dark eyes filled with something Hank couldn’t understand.
“It’s not good?”
“In a way, I guess
