Clearly, Godric had not expected the answer that Starbuck gave him. His eyes widened, mouth parting slightly in a small gasp. Boston? He was in Massachusetts? "I'm in the Americas??" he asked, clearly shocked. "That is not possible! Just yesterday moring I was in a meeting with my partners and now you are trying to tell me I have come across the Atlantic?!? Impossible! That would take weeks, and I am quite certain that I would remember a journey like that." This couldn't be real. How could he get over the ocean, who had brought him here?!? He demanded to know who had done this! But this... young man, to put it nicely, seemed like he wouldn't be of much use, as he didn't look to sure of his circumstance either.
Wrinkling his brow, he finally looked at Starbuck closely, and clearly he wasn't in approval. "Why are you dressed that way?" he demanded. "Are you a shoveler?"