Los Anne gell us and a Cally forna. Right. Jack had never seen either on his map, nor any map actually, and he liked to think he'd been to a great many a places. That, and the EITC had mapped out a decent amount of the world and...perhaps...maybe they'd found this Cally forna. Gah, it mattered not now, because he was here.
The downtown area looked promising, if not terrifying. Pretty lights often meant crowds and crowds meant pockets to pick and wenches to drop. "Ah, now there is something I know! I myself tend to sail the Caribbean Sea, but I have been to the Pacific Ocean once or twice."
He was relieved to here she too was a stranger, if only to feel not so alone. Not that he was alone what with her present now, but he felt alien and lost. Hoping she was from a place he knew, Jack asked, "Where are you from then, love? And this bending you speak of...that what you just did out there?" He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the water.