A few days earlier the Hotel was graced with a rather wet and ruffled naval officer. The officer that arrives today is soaked to the bone and even more ruffled. From what he can tell as he pushes himself up off of the sand he has simply washed ashore at this place ( Read more... )

A man of average height and build steps into the hotel casually, as if it were his own home. Which is where he had thought he was, in actuality. The young man of about thirty was impeccably dressed for a cabinetmaker's son in the early nineteenth century, with a well-kempt beard as black as his already receeding hair. His profession was treating ( Read more... )

Enter a youngish man, looking thoroughly bedraggled and quite soaked. He's lost both wig and hat, and is looking around rather dazedly -- because the last thing he knew, he'd jumped overboard from a quickly sinking ship, and now he's in civilization, of all places. So he straightens up and attempts to make himself look presentable, but mostly ( Read more... )