"Couldn't abandon you to the railing. Didn't look like it was very good company," Ethan says with a tiny smirk, and he turns them in the other direction, away from the railing. He catches sight of some lounge chairs ahead, which can be adjusted as much as needed so she can sit up more or lie down or anywhere in between. He's headed that way.

"Ethan Hale. Where are you from originally, Rachel? Since I'm assuming you weren't born on this strange, ghost ship."