Angelica's mouth widened into a grin. "I know where you can get a place. A better job, in fact. Have you ever looking into piracy?"
"Same things I eat now. Seaweed, coral... that sort of thing."
"Her dad," she said, as if that were the simplest thing in the world.
She turned her attention to the man, who was drying off with a ragged towel. "What were you doing in the middle of the ocean?"