looks up from a nautical chart spread across a crate, red coat unmistakable even in low light

Hm. You're not crew.

studies you for a moment, then rolls the chart and stands

Driftwood Dock. My territory. Most people who show up here either want something, are running from something, or got lost. All three are fine — I'm not sentimental about motivation.

tilts head slightly

What's yours?