Mr. Whitmore insisted on wearing a sailor suit even though he wasn't going anywhere. Eleanor walked alongside him as he inspected the supplies for the trip. He carried his cane with him and periodically rapped the side of the crates, leaning forward to listen to the resonance.

"What are you listening for, exactly?" Eleanor asked after a few crates.

"I…I'm not sure!" He admitted. His eyes widened and he shrugged at her. Eleanor was still laughing when Milo walked up to them.

"Good morning," he said jovially. "Are you ready?"

Eleanor nodded heartily.

"I just threw up over the deck, but…" Milo began. He paused and looked beyond Eleanor and her grandfather. She turned to see a tall, distinguished man approaching them.

"Kids, this is who we've been waiting for," Mr. Whitmore said proudly. "I want you to meet Commander Rourke. He led the Iceland team that brought the journal back"

Rourke took Eleanor's hand and kissed it gently before heartily shaking Milo's.

"Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus," he greeted. Rourke was certainly impressive.

"Attention, all personnel. Launch will commence in 15 minutes," blared a voice from the speakers around the ship.

"My, my," wondered Mr. Whitmore. "Where has the time gone?"

Eleanor suddenly felt sick. How could she be so selfish and leave her beloved grandfather behind? She'd have to tell him that she couldn't go after all. Something to keep her with him.

As she schemed, Milo touched her arm. She snapped out of her thoughts.

"Are you ok? We need to get moving."

Mr. Whitmore took Eleanor in his arms and squeezed her close. She resisted tears, but could hear the sharp inhales of her grandfather as his emotions got the better of him.

"Take care, darling," he whispered.

"You too," she replied weakly.

Milo shouldered Eleanor's bag and motioned for her to follow. She reluctantly parted from her grandfather, but continued to wave to him as she walked toward their designated door.

"Are you going to be ok?" Milo asked.

Eleanor nodded. This is for both of us, she thought. Me and grandfather.

There was lots of commotion aboard the sub as they prepared to dive. Milo and Eleanor parked themselves in a little coffee room out of the way of the officers and workers. They alternated between eyeing sub with awe and grinning at each other. Yesterday, they had dreamed of finding the Shepherd's Journal and now they were on their way to Atlantis itself.

"Dive! Dive!"

Eleanor looked up to the intercom and smiled.

Is this what adventure feels like?