[A brief smile. He pulls his index finger up and points at the table, a meaningless gesture] Well, there's one thing a seaman fears above all else on the high seas. Not hurricanes or shitty scurvy. Or monsters. Not pirates or other crews.

[he takes a deep breath] Dehydration. All that shitty water around you, but if you don't have your own purified stuff, you'll die by the third day.

If you're lucky.