"Of course!" he grinned. "Just... a shame there aren't many to drink and socialise with..." he added, looking around the empty room. It was a sad and sorry sight. He was so accustomed to busy pubs and taverns, and cluttered streets. The station was so very different.
"Jennifer?" he asked for a moment. The name in the letter. His daughter. She hadn't told him about her in all those years. All that time he could have spent with her was gone. He told himself he would have given up the life at sea for her but was that really true?
"Jennifer..." he said, realising. "Aye, that she was. My only hope is that she is safe now, wherever she is" he added. He took a longer drink, finishing what was in the bottle. Annoyed that it was all done, he tossed the empty bottle away.