"The Flying. Dutchman." He hobbled to a box and threw a rolled up cloth at her. The cloth contained a drawing of the ship that he so longed to regain he had made from his memory... the long row of teeth at the helm to the rattled sails.
"This will be the last time I ask ye, Lady Turner. Summon Willy Turner!" He bellowed, throwing aside the box sending various items he had collected from the streets across the floor.