People all started talking at once. A hundred conversations buzzed around the room. Well, here was the chance for answers. For the moment he was thrown by Molly taken his hand in her mostly good one. "Flight nineteen. Five to avenge but never were. They turned their course. Couldn't stay the course." Her big green eyes looked up at him, her multitude of freckles standing out on her pale skin. Sean caught a strong whiff of Lilacs. Molly must have taken to wearing it, as he's smelled the calming fragrance in his room earlier.
The Flight nineteen part sounded vaguely familiar. A plane lost or something."We'll be fine, sunshine. You want to go to your room?" He didn't want her scared.
"No. I'm at your side." Molly had her resolve face on.
Sean stood up, keeping his hand on Molly's shoulder. Some questions he just would NOT ask in front of a room full of easily panicked people. Like if they had found bodies. A killer on board was his automatic theory.
"Captain, we've been out of contact for over twenty four hours. Every ship on the seas these days has a transponder, won't the coast guard and local authorities already be looking for us?" There were satellites as well. It was damn near impossible for a still floating ship to be totally lost, these days, wasn't it? There has to be a dozen different navigation systems on the bridge as well. How could they be lost?
He wanted to ask a dozen more questions, but not in a group, dammit.