Jack nodded a confused 'thank you' to Kennedy with the towel handed to him. He wrapped it over his shoulders and rid his face of water with the ends draped about his arms.

Hornblower, he said? No one could forget an unfortunate name like that. Jack meant to say something about recognizing him but under the circumstances he was rendered a little speechless. And the single most loudest thought in his mind was voiced.

"..If you don't mind, what are those queer things peeking out of your clothes?"

Because they certainly couldn't be wings like he thought they were. Strange coloured little chicken wings. No. No his brains were addled, clearly.