Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

That makes two of us, Rosalyn thought drily, though a cynical afterthought followed; did anyone ever really know anyone else?

"Most I've met are a pretty good sort.  Few aren't the most friendly but least we're all crew.  If they're gonna do anyone in, probably won't be us," she said, thinking of this guy's rugged appearance and Sandpiper's obvious venom.  "Anything you want to know about me?" She asked, suddenly curious and in, conversely, a more affable mood after her previous strange encounter.  There were things she wouldn't talk much about, of course, but typically a crew had the right to know who they were throwing lots with.  Especially leadership.