"P-Professor, you've probably just been overthinking things lately," Mitchell Megan advised. "Maybe you haven't been in the best state of mind, so..."
"If you're truly exhausted, we can turn the ship around right now and take you back to shore to rest for a few days, or even a few weeks, before setting out again," Mitchell Megan suggested.
"No, there's no need. I'm in good health, and my mind is clear," Professor Frolov shook his head and refused. "I can complete this expedition. I'm not forcing myself."
"My brief contact with the Deep Ones last time gave me a much greater glimpse of the true face of the world, but... but it also left me with far too many questions." Professor Frolov said, "I can't figure it out. I can't make sense of it."
"Then don't think about it, Professor," Mitchell Megan comforted him. "We'll find the answers here. Once you complete this expedition, Mr. Tierra will give you the answers. Our library and archives contain all the answers to these questions."
"Forget it, Mitchell. I... I'm a little tired." Professor Frolov gently interrupted Mitchell Megan's persuasion. "Help me back so I can rest for a while."
"Of course, Professor." Mitchell Megan could also see Professor Frolov's resistance to the subject of Tierra, so she wisely said nothing more.
Professor Frolov and Mitchell Megan slowly left the fishing boat's Dining Hall and headed toward the room assigned to them. Along the way, Professor Frolov silently pondered all the doubts he had encountered, his mood exceedingly heavy.
After entering the professor's room, Professor Frolov immediately spotted Jeffrey Rogge lying on the bed, his face pale as he rested. Clearly, the pampered wizard was not adapting well to the rough weather at sea.
"Professor, please have some tea." Mitchell Megan stepped out