"I have to confess, I never much liked that boat," Terry says. You are all staring at where the Celeste used to be.

"The Elliotts are going to be furious," you say.

"Nah," Terry says. "Truth is, they never much liked it either. So here we are," rubbing his hands together, "on the plague ship after all."

"Yes," Jackie says. "So. Did you find out anything? On the radio. Did you talk to a doctor?"

"What? Oh, yeah." Terry runs a hand over his face. "Got a great connection with the esteemed ship's physician on board the Rani Royal, a cruise ship about two hundred miles north of here."

"And?" Jackie's face is expressionless.

"And he thinks the flu is rampaging through your boat. A little annoyed that we bothered him, actually."

"The flu?" Jackie furrows her brows. "Did you tell him about Tomas? And Alistair?"

"Actually, no. We were, uh, interrupted," Terry says, and turns away from the rail.