His face dropped. He looked around in bewilderment- could this be true?
He looked back to her and smiled like the devil himself.
"Madam! Turner!" His eyes narrowed. "How fortunate for you... your Ancestor I believe owed me a few Hundred Years of Service! ...And it appears, young Turner, you just inheritied his debt!"
He began to drag her with him back towards the beach. He wouldn't keep her for long, just until the Flying Dutchman appeared....