This doesn’t make sense

The receptionist’s confusion deepened. “No one by that name works here,” she insisted. “And we don’t have any turquoise boats—certainly none called Aurora’s Dream.” Emily and Jake froze.
“We left from here with him,” Jake pressed. “He had maps, radios, everything.” Another worker overheard and shrugged. “Maybe you used the wrong pier.” But Emily was certain.
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