Greetings,

Captain Davenport left his cabin today. He went to the helm and just stood there, staring into the sky as the wind whipped his hair around his head. It was longer than I remember and his face haggard. Davenport’s never been the type to have even the slightest stubble on his chin but now he’s growing a full beard and mustache. It’s creepy, to say the least.

I noticed a strange meeting taking place last night. I haven’t confided in anyone yet what I saw. I don’t know for certain if it...