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“Yes, your honor,” replied the sentry.
“Thank you,” said Stephen, stepping through and letting the hatch close behind him with a dull clunk.
An open door stood to his right, a closed one to his left, and step ladders - his strange new friend Jack had called them a companion -stood before him, leading up and down. Beyond the companion two passageways snaked forward, probably around the hold. Up was the bridge, he recalled: the command center of the ship. This seemed an obvious place to find the captain, so he mounted the stairs - the companion - and climbed.
His theory proved correct. Jack was on the bridge, standing next to a decrepit-looking instrument panel with Sublieutenant Greenstreet and another man Stephen had not met.
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