[Shit. He's brandishing a dagger at a fucking kid. Or a... Half-octopus, half-kid. Nice one, Finnick. He quickly sheathes the blade and pockets it.]

Sorry. Can't be too careful.

[He takes the kid by the shoulders, eyes darting around, ushering him stealthily toward the deck.]

Let's get off of here. Don't touch or eat anything. Especially if it looks haunted.

[Which... Most things on here do. His crewmates taught him about the cursed ships and mariners, as they'd been raided by them before. A ghostly figure passes by the other end of the hallway, and Finnick ducks them both down behind a barrel.]

There might be a lifeboat. Not that you... Need one.