"Thanks, Father," he told him sincerely. "I might take you up on that later. For now, pray for us. All of us." Not like he hadn't been expecting that the man had.
"I'll ask about, someone is bound to speak it," he agreed. "We need to get Sean and Leto anyway. Perhaps one of them does."
If it wasn't one bloody thing, it was another on his ship from hell. "Did you get a note as well?" he asked. He was fairly bloody certain Peter's mother was long resting in peace. "Why do I feel like this bloody ship needs a proper exorcism?"