Nice ta meet'cha! As for the cats, I dunno, I hear tell they came from a tree, but that seems a bit barmy to me. Even for this weird future. But I'm a sailor, not a farmer, so what do I know.

[Bending down, Jacky danced her fingers in front of one of the cats, delighted when it decided to pounce.] In my experience, no matter how sound and clean the ship, rats will find a way. Even if these dears don't grow much bigger, I like having 'em about. Feels less lonely.