"Alex!" Jonah's voice boomed from outside of my quarters. I groggily hopped out of my confined room and unlatched the door, letting it swing open. Outside, the bulky, tanned skin of Jonah's arms shone through his sleeveless red "buck" shirt. His Mohawk was braided in the back which gave him a tribal look from the neck up. Jonah was one of the people on this boat I can think of as a real friend- everyone else on this boat- ship, I mean (Grim would have my head if I called the Endurance a boat), either seemed to hate my guts or only act kind. But Jonah was a real trooper in my eyes.
"What is it, Jonah?" I croaked, still in my mesh shorts and white shirt that I usually slept in. My glasses lay on my bedside table.
"Roth wants you down in the engine room," Jonah paused. "He thinks something might be wrong down there." Jonah started to walk down the long corridor lined with pipes and open hatches.
"I'll... I'll be right there." I quickly reentered my chambers and threw on a pair of jeans equipped with my belt, and my long sleeve "Esc." shirt. Roth was the captain of the Endurance, so if he thought something was wrong- it was pretty bad. I quickly threw on my crooked glasses and headed out the hatch, on my way to the engine room.
"Roth?" I asked, entering the large compartment filled with large cylinders that powered the ship. Conrad Roth sat in front of one of the four cylinders, checking it over. At my voice, he quickly turned himself around and sighed.
"good. Alex," He patted my back as I walked up to him. "Just the man I wanted to see." His strong accent reached above the engines roaring. "Sorry for waking you up this early, lad." He made his way into the center of the engine room, where one of the Endurance's terminals sat. "But this couldn't wait.
The terminal whirred with blue lights, lighting Roth's face in an eery blue glow.
"What's wrong with it?" I questioned. It looked perfectly fine.
"You'll see." Roth pulled down the "power" lever, and instantly the blue lights changed to red, with a "Warning- syntax error. Please acknowledge to initiate override.
V. 34_STEM_/error 3445"
I eyed the console, then turned back to Roth.
"Do you have any idea when this started to come up?"
"Reyes was inspecting the engines earlier this morning and found this error message on three other terminals. Can you fix it?" His glare went down to the floor. "We shouldn't let anything become an issue, especially with the storm coming." The storm was becoming a larger issue than Roth had expected. Lara had decided that Yamatai- the island Roth and Lara wanted to discover- is inside the Dragon's Triangle... right at the center of a large storm.
"Right." I sighed. My fingers started to dance across the screen, tapping at random plug-ins and external sources. This could have been a virus from someone trying to surf the web on the ships terminals (which is not what terminals should be used for,) or possibly an overflow of information coming from the mass ratings from the storm.
"Well," Roth croaked, and started up a set of metal stairs. "I'll be heading up, now. Grim and I need to batton down the hatches. Get to your quarters as soon as possible, Alex. Don't try and be a hero." His footsteps on the metal soon faded away, ending with the loud crash caused by the closing of the bulkhead. Now, I was completely alone with nothing to look forward to than fixing an error message for the next thirty minutes at least, and of course- the rough seas inside of the Dragon's Triangle.