"That's fine," Bones said softly, offering another sip of rum, then taking a sip himself. "Whatever you remember, just tell me. Things might come back to you," Bones said with a hope - the Kelvin was mythical amongst ships, and to find out what happened, maybe even find it? Would be amazing.

A knock at the door, and Bones jumped a little, glaring at the crew member who'd brought him a plate of pickled foods and smoked meat. "Here, eat this," he said, pushing the plate in front of George.