Sure, get upset all you want. I just don't see how that helps your side of the bloody argument.

[ Elena watches him as he moves away to pace the room, his movements like that of a caged animal. She feels just as agitated, but she holds her ground and refuses to budge, only shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

The twist in his expression hadn't gone unnoticed. There was something more he wasn't telling her; his situation with Drake, in the beginning of them showing up, he had tried to explain it. And had failed. He was still working out the answer for himself. For that, Elena could give him time.

But this... ]

For something that's supposedly not all important and holds no relevance to us, you sure are throwing a fit over "nothing". So again I'll ask: if this is not about Francis Drake, then what is this about?

There's nothing else in that journal besides that that gives me some reason to worry.

I don't know who Cassandra Morgan is and I have no idea about Henry Avery other than what's put together in the book.

[ That drops it down to one of two remaining things: the photograph holds some importance to him, or he's still hung up on Drake and is lying to her face. Again. ]