Day 8
Skipper couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it much longer. He let out a long, silent, sigh, and sat up on the side of his bunk. For a moment he stared at the tường across him and thought long and hard. Who would be trying to kill him? He kept thinking about Alastair, but knew he’d have to get someone on the inside to do the job. He jumped at the sound of Hans snorting in mid-snore. He put his face in his flippers and shook his head. He’d gone from a bad case of paranoia to just being plain edgy.
He couldn’t blame himself; knowing bạn could die at any moment...
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