Page 204 of Hidden Depths
"Grandpa said that."
Nathan nodded.
"He meant it literally."
Ben immediately knelt beside the old chair.
He ran his fingertips beneath the polished teak.
Nothing.
Scott checked the armrests.
Nothing.
Ward quietly reached behind the chair.
His hand brushed against something...
Metal.
He looked at Storm.
"I think I found something."
Every heart seemed to stop.
Ward pressed gently.
A soft...
Click.
Echoed through the bridge.
The back panel beneath the captain's chair eased open less than an inch.
Storm stared.
Grandpa had built a hidden compartment...
Into the captain's chair itself.
Nathan closed his eyes.
A smile touched his face.
"You impossible old sailor."
Ward carefully opened the compartment.
Inside...
Lay a single rolled chart.
Wrapped in oilcloth.
Still perfectly dry.
