Enter THE STRANGER, scanning down everyone else in the room as he gets their attention.

STRANGER: Same man that owns the Angel’s-Tears.
STRANGER: Same man that invited you all on it.
STRANGER: He’s done this before.
STRANGER: Gathers all his enemies in one place, say, a ship owned by a violet, exempt from regulatory investigations.
STRANGER: Sets sail for the far end of a pelagic nightmare, unnavigable by any vessel save this one.

STRANGER: This here is no private party, this- (knocks on the wall) is a barrel.
STRANGER: And you’re all his rotten fish.
WATCHER: Could’a gone for a more tasteful metaphor.
STRANGER: Naturally, you would resent it, seadweller.
STRANGER: You’re his hired hand.