"Gods, a 'mon could die of boredom out here -- and dependin' on who you ask, I'm already dead. My ship's been moored in the docks for so long, it's gonna become a permanent feature of the bloody pier!
Oi, you! Y'er with the guild, ain'tcha? Got nothin' going on, have ya? Then get ye arse aboard! It's been too long since I've been able to stretch me sea-legs, 'n I'll lose it if I have to spend another minute in that little office doing paperwork with the others. I say it's about time I got a day for me and me crew, don'tcha agree?
Don't tell me ya get seasick -- boat travel is half of the job no matter which branch ye ended up pickin'. Consider this a form o' exposure therapy, or practice if ye know y'er way around a ship. We're settin' a course for Kumu Island for some good, old-fashioned adventurin'!"