[Finnick doesn't mind the boy's cluelessness one bit. Even if he didn't have automatic knowledge of boats from his role, it was second nature to him long before he got here. He's been on boats since he was a baby, helping his father who is- was?- A fisherman.]

It is weird. I don't know what to make of any of this, but the goal is not to die or become cursed. So, I consider that a success for today.

[It's not as though being in a fabricated environment with strange monsters is even new to him. Though he wishes he could just be somewhere familiar and safe.

The boat hits the water with a splash and sits, beginning to row away from the ghost ship.]

I'm Finnick, by the way.