“Are you the same Francis Madison Grimm as he who took command of the Perilous all those years ago?” Grimm stiffened. Was that damned ship and the choices he made upon it to haunt him for the rest of his days? Yes, it was, he supposed. That was part of the price he had paid to do his duty. “The same,” he said. “Oh, Captain,” Madame Cavendish breathed. “I have often wished to meet you.”
Could she be connected to the Perilous incident more personally?
