10 ⚓ Voice ⚓ But it all came to nothing, for we were lost through our own folly

[hearrrtofgold]

[Duke's first hint that something was different comes in the form of Brownie scratching at the door and whining when he fixes coffee in the morning. Nathan's always up, and even in the brief times when he drops off he wouldn't sleep through his dog's crying. Duke lets her out and she bounds into the stateroom, standing at his side; the room she emerges from, Nathan's room, is empty.

He tries Nathan's communicator, gets nothing; waits an hour, tries again, gets nothing. After about six attempts he's nearly knocking down Nathan's official cabin's door. He's not in the art room, he's not in the mess hall - he just isn't anywhere, just gone. Like a Trouble took him.

One more try to reach Nathan and Duke gives up, sure of it this time.]

I think Nathan left. I know he didn't mean to.

Comments

[diealone]

What do you mean, you think?

[It's not meant to be accusatory, Jack's just... frustrated. Nathan's one of the few people on the ship Jack didn't actively dislike, or at least actively distrust.]

[strangehistorian]

I'm sorry.