Then you have no right to patronize me, nor to say a damn thing, about what I want to do or where I wish to sail.

It's not simply water, you brainless idiot - sailing on the ocean is vastly different from sailing on a river. Before you open your flapping mouth, think about what you know and don't know. [And that's that. Perona shuts her journal with a harsh snap. She's not about to have an argument with someone who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.]