"Nowhere but down into the drink," Ichabod agrees. He flexes his wrists, trying to get circulation back, and wonders what it is that he can actually share with Hal that will be of interest but not be detrimental to the world at large. It leaves a very few things on the table and Ichabod wants to choose wisely if these are the pawns he must sacrifice in order to escape his own imminent checkmate.

"What, precisely, is your plan with the ship? Depending upon your aim in the matter, the information I can provide could be more or less useful. I would prefer to tailor my gifts to your needs."