"No, it isn't the camera, it's the way you use the camera. See how the roughness of the hull contrasts with the dress. And the town in the background of this one looks like she's standing in the midst of lights. Your photos make me see the world differently. Thank you." Cal stood up and gathered the photos to hand to Pentam.
"No, those are yours. I made two sets of prints. It's the least I can do after all the help you've given me."
Cal put her hand on his shoulder. "I don't know how to thank you." She left him with an odd expression and went looking for Henrichs to arrange getting the gown and other fancy clothes stored safely.
Sir Shillingsworth saw her on the deck and laughed so hard Cal spun around to see if it was truly him.
"You look just as lovely as in that gown." He said when he regained control.
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head?" Cal peered at him.