What was this? He had a visitor? How delightful. Killian set down the water canteen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand - and arctic blue eyes squinted, watching as the woman approached, to try to see if he recognized her.
He didn't. But that was alright. Making new friends was always a joy, no?
"'ello, love," he greeted, standing up and dusting himself off - sand sort of got everywhere when you spent all day on the beach. He could do with a bath, and a lack of tiny granules that felt like ground glass scrubbing against sunburned skin - the perils of the beach life, but he wouldn't trade it. There was honestly nowhere else he would prefer to live. It was even tempting to sail off into the open seas when his boat was finished - and he gave her a name.
It was bad luck to sail a boat that didn't have a name.