Steven shrugs. Maybe the Captain just wants to keep them entertained, or all he has access to when the ship calls to a port is some of those horrendous airport novels. He might not have the time or the expertise to curate a tasteful selection of non-fictional titles.

He's feeling a little hopeful about getting back to the ship in one piece right now. Taking in a deep breath, he moves slowly to stand, nearly hitting his head on the bunk overhead but narrowly avoiding it through sheer dumb luck.

"Reading can wait," he announces. He didn't sign up to come to camp to read. He wants to do manly outdoorsy things. "We can go, when you're ready."