For a few moments silent, after the sailor and doctor finally introduced himself, Frederic returned to his original thoughts and plans.
"Yes, Henry, I was just about to call for you, and of course for our charming Lady Ilsa." *slight bow*
"We are in need of companions."
After a tiny dramatic pause, and a reassuring smile, he continued.
"As for the spook, I have already a little theory, that can explain that strange, ummm... _moment_ we all seemed to have. As a matter of fact, two theories: one of them requires a smoker of opium, or a similar substance, which would be hardly suprising on this ship. The other would imply that there is some spoiled food on board, which we have had for dinner or before. Any of them is a perfectly logical explanation for what happened to us."
...a small sigh...
"But then is here also, what here doctor has told me, and I find hard to dismiss: the ship seems to be heading into the wrong direction. The crew is already restless."
"Therefore, I suggest that we go straight to the captain, and speak with him. For the first matter, he should definitely know; on the second matter, _we_ have a right to know. I am certain that with such outspoken, I dare say, accomplices, " ...a wide smile on his face.. "we will easily learn all there is to learn from the captain, and have not to create wild tales and worry for the rest of the journey."
"Then, what do you say?"