Well in all of our defenses we did willingly wade out into the ocean with naught but one of our old captors to guide us and either a bit of a death wish or a lot of hope. Then we washed up here after being squids. Pretty sure there's an adjustment period for all that rubbish.

I don't think he knows much more than baby steps, love. He's got the mental age of a toddler told he couldn't have a sweet before dinner.