She put her hand to her forehead and rubbed it gently, and then clasped it tightly, with her thumb at one temple and her fingers at the other. "I think my head is swimming yet," she said simply. "I cannot follow what you say."
"You'll understand as soon as you get on deck. This ship is bottled up inside a lake on an island. It has been here for probably thirty or forty years——"
"And you—have you been here all that time?"
"No, we were wrecked as you were, I suppose, on the banks out there. We managed to get ashore and found this ship to live on."
"Who are 'we'?"
"The mate of the ship and myself. We were the only ones saved. It was he saw you in the water and went in after you and brought you ashore."
"It was good of him. I will thank him. Where is he?"
"He's out at the wreckage trying to find you some clothes."
"He is a good man.... How long have you been here?"
"About three months."