Page 125 of Hidden Depths
"No."
"I have Grandpa's journal."
Nathan nodded.
"I know."
"This isn't his journal."
"It's the one he gave me."
Every eye aboard Sea Whisper fixed on the worn leather cover.
Nathan rested his hand against it.
"He told me..."
"'If anything happens before I get home...'"
Nathan's voice faltered.
"'...make sure Storm gets this.'"
Storm's heart nearly stopped.
"My name?"
Nathan smiled.
"He spoke of you often."
"He said one day..."
"'She'll become the finest captain our family has ever known.'"
Storm looked away.
Tears blurred the horizon.
She hadn't cried when Grandpa died.
She'd been too busy holding everyone else together.
Now...
Thirty-two years of love reached across the ocean.
Through another old captain.
Through another weathered journal.
Through one promise that had never been forgotten.
Suddenly—
Ben's radio crackled sharply.
"Calle to bridge."
