Alright there, mate? [Poor kid, but he'd said he could keep up, hadn't he? But Hector can't help but be amused, whether it's the whiskey in his system or the stupidity of youth before him doesn't matter.

Kids, honestly.]

The word you're looking for is unobstructed. But nay, it's not a sea. Not a real one, and if it is, well, it doesn't matter. We've got naught but dinghies and there be monsters off the edge of the map, and here we sit. No guns.