"I've only been here a day, the only other person I've seen is Sharky and he's probably by the pool somewhere." Pratt pulls his hand away and flicks the blood onto the floor away from both of them. He'll have to stitch that up and clean it later. At least he has a shower, though he hasn't actually realized that he doesn't have a needle or thread. Maybe he'll steal a stapler from the atrium desk.

Either way that's a problem for future Pratt, who is just going to walk around bleeding internally for a while because he's sorta used to that.

"The ghosts restock the food and stuff, they don't really interact with people. Or they haven't that I've seen. Which.. I guess I wouldn't because they're invisible."

A pause.

"Blackbeard like the pirate?"