And...Beaufort was pretty sure he recognised that face. Admittedly, a more tatty version of that face, but there was a certain tightening of anger in his stomach which told him instinctively that it was Percy. Everything was off today, so it didn't strike him as odd that he recognised him, despite the change in clothes.

"Avast!" What? What had happened to his English...? Admittedly, his French had slipped into an accent that confused him, but surely he could still speak sensible English...? "You! I 'ave a mighty fine bone to pick with ye..." Okay, this was definately odd. None of this made any sense.