[He moves one of his pieces.] Crowded, and horrible-smelling no matter how clean it's kept. It isn't the ship, you see, so much as the men and beasts. The wonder is when this ill-disciplined rabble pulls together and works together, and the ship makes it where she's going, and battles are won. These men, all different, many who don't want to be there, still take pride in themselves and each other. A crew, not simply a collection of souls being ferried off on the wind.