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Wind.

Current.

Weather.

Every single one.

Until...

Six weeks before his death.

Ben leaned closer.

"They're gone."

Nathan nodded.

"The weather disappeared."

Storm blinked.

"Why would Grandpa stop writing about the weather?"

Ward quietly smiled.

"He didn't."

Everyone looked at him.

Ward picked up the logbook.

"He changed the code."

Silence settled over the bridge.

Nathan slowly looked up.

"You think he was writing in code?"

Ward nodded.

"I don't think."

"I know."

Scott stepped beside him.

"What do you see?"

Ward pointed to the entries.

"Read the first word of every day's journal."

Storm did.

North.

West.