[Upon stepping onto the ship, Peter takes a moment to breathe in the familiar salty air and listen to the waves. It's not his sea, and this is not his ship, but it's good to be on the water regardless. In quieter moments, he might be able to pretend this is the Tundra.]

This should be nice at night.

[He'll definitely be having a skulk about once people are in bed.

He turns to Ramsay with an arm draped over the railing.]

I'm not sure the alcohol here will be worth drinking, honestly. How good could alcohol from hell be?

[He's not much of a drinker. And when he does indulge, it's always the same kinds of alcohol, from the same cellars. He's a man of habit. He's also a man of very expensive taste, so anything here definitely isn't going to have anywhere near the quality he's used to. Still, it probably won't hurt to have a cup or two. It'll make it easier to sleep, if nothing else.]