"Sailors?" Hya asked, because that was what made sense so far as 'rowing on a crew' was concerned. He unobtrusively wrapped his arm around her, keeping her tucked against him. Perhaps even providing a bit of support, though he would deny it did anyone ask. Xanthippe needed no one's support, clearly. "They are fun when they come to the Cockerel for an eve, merry and boisterous and free with their funds, but longer than that and they stale as companions. Nor can I imagine it much fun to live with several others, all of whom share the bond of a ship."