"Riley," she replied casually, finally tossing her soaking boots into a corner and beckoning the now named stranger towards the fire she was already warming herself in front of. "And the grumpy man in the man in the corner is my father, Linus, Linus Bellerose. We're one of the fisher families, so you'll have to excuse the smell. You get used to it really after a while. Just be glad it isn't running season when the fish come in by the barrelful. That isn't a pretty perfume, I'll tell you."
"Daft girl, you're rambling. Let the poor boy rest his ears of your chatter. He's probably had more than his fill of your tongue by now," the older man chastised gruffly, sending a stern look towards the girl before adding an apologetic one to the other male. "What brings you 'ere boy?" he continued. "You picked a mighty poor time to wash up on these shores, I'll tell ya. You won't be finding much work, or much else for that matter."
The wind screeched and howled its displeasure over head, sending tendrils of icy coldness in through every nook and cranny it could worm its way through and interrupting the man who paused to look up at the roof as if to see the wind become a full-bodied specter.
"Seems, Minnow reeled you in just in time. A moment more and you would be fishfood right about now."