Peter's eyes squinted a little as he leaned forward to make out the titles. A broad grin twisted his mouth, then, and he said, "Why, yes, I believe they are. Thank you, young man."
Of course, it would be a whole different battle to find the single book he was looking for...
Putting off the inevitable search, Peter extended a hand. "Father Peter Fitzpatrick." Although old, his extended hand seemed steady as he held it out to Deacon. "Father Fitzpatrick or just Peter, if you prefer. I'm the ship's chaplain." Peter wasn't at all sure if that was what the position was actually called, but no one had complained so far.