"Exploring, certainly - been doing a bit of that myself," Killian replied. "Arrived here a few weeks ago." He didn't know if everyone knew of Captain Hook, or the general Fairytale Realms he and his compatriots hailed from - he'd rather prefer they didn't though, because as Jefferson pointed out, it seemed to make others take them less seriously. Despite the fact that Hook himself had survived for hundreds of years on mostly his wits, and a kind of cleverness honed from narrowly avoiding the swing of the scythe from that fucker called Death.
He too glanced at his boat, a proud smile crossing his features and crinkling those electric blues at the corners, kohl smudged and worn as he usually did - to help with the glare off the water. "Aye, she's mine - going to be a beauty, I can't argue. No name yet but perhaps inspiration will strike me. I'm also open to suggestions."
Motioning toward his beachside dwelling, he continued. "If you want to come inside and take a load off, I've got plenty of food and drink. I know exploring tends to make one peckish."