"Because I wanted to," returned Peter with his winning smile.
"But there are sharks in there." This in a voice of gentle reproof.
"I hope they eat him alive," said Peter, unabashed.
"You threw him overboard just because you wanted to. And if you want to, I'll go next, I suppose."
"You might," laughed Peter. "When I have these spells I simply grab the nearest person and over he goes. It is a terrible habit, isn't it?"
"Perhaps he insulted you."
"Or threatened me."
"Ah!" Her sigh expressed that she understood everything. "May I ask: Who are you?"
"I? Peter Moore."
"I mean, your uniform. You are one of the ship's officers, are you not?"