Heron Lake Plateau nervous messed up marionette floating 'round on a prison ship

it was neutral ground. boone visibly eases somewhat, exhaling a phew sound. he speaks to njord of sun mote copse, and the nameless woman is his mother-in-law. his chest flutters; my wife, my wife, my wife; and he reaches up to wipe a brow with a wrist, only to remember he was standing in water as a cold splash hit his forehead.
the strange woman was deaf. it's no trouble, ma'am, he makes an audible effort to mask his accent now, speaking clearer so that she may possibly understand him. name's boone. just, ah-- just passin' through.
his eyes lower back down to the water, and he watches as a fleet of geese glide down. been campin' out over by that crick down that way. hope i'm not botherin' you, or nothin', he is sheepish, oddly so. his ears flatten to his head. didn't know there were folks livin' out here.
he didn't know where here even was.