what do you do with a sober sailor?

She was struck dumb staring at the strange calm over the lake and didn't hear Sparrow bounding through the snow drifts until her cousin was almost on top of her. "Guh!" she sputtered in surprise, almost tumbling forward into the dark waters. It was sure to be chillingly cold. The way the snow swirled in lazy circles at the informal boundaries of the water was already chilling enough. "You can definitely say that again. Look at that - it just stops around the lake. What would even cause that?" As she ruminated on it, her hackles began to rise almost involuntarily. The whole thing creeped her out. The few snowflakes that fizzled from the barrier and crossed over the water seemed to blink out, as if wiped clear out of reality. Poof. Gone. Just like that. The center of the lake began to slowly move as if a stiff breeze had begun to pick up across the water, but the air remained impossibly still. "I really don't like this..." she murmured. Theory peeked out of the corner of her eye at Sparrow. "What brings you here? Regular pirate nonsense or particular pirate nonsense?"