“There’s confusion everywhere, we just deal with it as it comes.” He smiled as he helped her up, hoping to put her at ease. She wouldn’t be the first to have given in to the drink to ease the troubles that life presented. And at least she wasn’t so far gone to it that she didn’t remember her manners. Or to be embarrassed for her behavior. Meant there was still hope for her yet.
The other girl, Book was less than sure of her intentions. She had an air of unrepentence. But she’d yet to say more than her cursing entrance, so he responded to the young lady with the Dyton Colony accent who claimed to be a pirate king.
Well, he’d heard far more crazy things listed in resumes of other captains he knew.
“Pleased to meet you, Captain Swann,” he responded politely. “Perhaps once we get settled, you can tell me about your ship. I’ve seen one or two here and there, know a bit about them. Enough for a good conversation I’d think, and I have a feeling that we might be conversing for a while, given how the snow is coming down.
“Why don’t we go on inside and see what we can find in the way of accomodations?” This was addressed to both women, and Book put action to words quick enough, pushing through a double set of doors to see what lay behind them. Food, if they were lucky. Water was also necessary. Melting snow never provided enough water, given how little actual moisture content there was in the fluffy stuff. And eating it could cause hypothermia. With a miracle, the pipes wouldn’t freeze and they’d be able to survive. Which left warmth as a concern. A small space would be best.
One with a more comfortable seat for the pirate king.