How is it I have two friends who know a lot about the ocean?

[It's not actually a complaint, just an observation. Polnareff reaches forward, prodding his downed tree with a foot. It's coming out fairly neatly, actually-- Chariot's started on cutting the log into strips, things that could eventually be filed down into boards.]

That's pretty okay, though. I could deal with seeing them on our trip.

[Our trip, like it's some big adventure.]