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It was uneven for a second before returning to normal. Old boat, he told himself. He still glanced briefly toward the engine gauges, but nothing obvious showed. On deck, the passengers had mostly settled again, though not as relaxed as before. A few of them kept looking around more often, like they were expecting something else to go wrong. Behind him, Scarlett’s voice carried over the water: “I swear that didn’t feel normal… that wasn’t just a hiccup.”