Anne shakes her head as she picks at her chicken. "Nah," she says. "Don't swim much 'less I have to. Would rather be on a ship."

The water is familiar, and she is a perfectly capable swimmer, but the idea of doing it for fun doesn't hold much appeal. If she's in the water it's to get somewhere — to another ship, to shore. But a ship is home a place to stay, to work, to thrive. It's Jack's home, and wherever Jack is home, so's she.

But she doesn't know how to articulate this to Saoirse, so she just shrugs and asks, "You been on ships much?"