He knew they had plenty of time, as they were not scheduled to depart for at least another half-an-hour. Good Captains lead. Great Captains inspire. Paul wondered momentarily where he had once read those words, dismissing the thought after a few moments as he needed to stay focused. Upon hearing a whispered conversation down the corridor, Paul stopped suddenly and looked in that direction, only to find another empty corridor. It had been like that ever since he had stepped aboard this ship. Whispered conversations that seemed to drift through the air, but with nobody in sight. Cold breezes, blowing at random intervals, as if a chilled wind had suddenly picked up. Paul was not a superstitious man, he had seen too much in life. He had learned to trust what he could see and touch, but it was times like this he cursed David and Jon for broaching the subject in the first place. If he was completely honest, he would admit this ship frightened him a little, as it seemed to have a life of its own.
