"I savvy."

It's not swift this time, how he walks further out onto the stay and takes a seat. Not for him, anyway. Mercer's feet swing as he leans over and snatches up part of the tangled ropes to begin examining them, turning them over and around in his hands to follow the winding knot.

Thoughtfully, "Want and need. That's good. I like it. You'd be surprised how many people don't get that semantic distinction, captain."