"CHAPTER 5 "You're kidding, right?" This was not the reaction I'd been looking for. "This isn't a joke, Beck," I said as we made our way belowdecks and headed toward the bow. The Room was in the forward-most section of the hull. We stood in front of The Door staring at The Lock. "Maybe Dad went in there during the storm, maybe to secure some extremely important documents or seal a treasure map inside a watertight container, when, all of a sudden, a wave slammed into the side of the boat, knocked something off a shelf, and--BAM!--he got conked on the head, and he's been knocked out ever since." Beck just looked at me. "Seriously?" "It's possible." "Then why didn't we see him, Bick? Hello? We were standing right here in the hallway, remember? If not, allow me to refresh your memory." She made a bunch of splash-splash-gurgle-gurgle noises. "We were up to our necks in water, and I don't remember seeing Dad swim past us so he could sneak into The Room." "You weren't there the whole time. Maybe he used one of the secret hatches up on deck." Oh, in case I forgot to mention"