"Oh! Right. Petit. I met her too." She managed a small smile. "She seemed ... kind. I suppose there are worse things than to work for her or Remy." But the sea would always call her, and at least someone seemed to grasp that.
She did like that little smile, though. "You must have stories beyond imagining, if you've really been on the sea forever." She kept her hand on his arm; he hadn't taken it off yet. He said he had a husband, but well, sometimes men lied.