[I wish I could delete those memories, Iris wrote in her diary this morning, shortly after the flood hit. She's been wandering around the Barge ever since, trying to work out where this place is, how she got here and what she should be doing about it.

Tropical drinks, though? She knows exactly what to do about those. She finds her way to the dining hall and holds up a bottle of dark rum.]

You look like you could use some 'elp with that, lovey. I'm probably Iris, and this 'ere's Captain Morgan.

...erm, do we know each other?