[ Yes, he is one-hundred percent insane. And stupid, and a genius, and all things one could attribute to a guy in tights. But he's also resourceful and mean and full of vengeance enough to span a continent.

Miguel looks off the side of the ship, into the navy horizon, picking through his memories and thoughts, sewing them together into some sort of plan. ]

The ship is going to make landfall soon. I overheard some of the staff whispering about it—their superiors would know better, but these guys didn't catch on that I have really good hearing now. It's going to be chaos. That's our chance.

[ Raising a hand, as if to stave off any incoming arguments. ] And I remember who... what I am. And if you're even a sixteenth of Peter, then... we'll do it. We can get them.