Septimus inspected the ship with curious eyes. He had read in the Prophet this ship had shown up out of nowhere. He couldn't help but be paranoid: his father owned many ships. Just looking at it made him think of his family, in other words almost making him throw up. As far as he knew, all his father's ships had Italian names, but a lot had probably changed since he last saw him. Septimus just stood there looking a sickly green. If this isn't my father's, he thought, then whose is it?