It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She also knows of Sabian, who works with Cadmus Leeland, pirate captain of the Widow's Embrace. At that moment, Yasha walks into the bar.
DM: You don't see anything in the way of a ship shack right now. You do see a man. An older, grizzled fisherman of some kind, or at least a dock worker. He has this long cap on that dangles past his mid-shoulders, in a heavy dark gray cloth shirt that is drenched with sweat like he's been doing hard work throughout most of the day. You see him currently tying a small rowboat to the edge there and holding it in place.
Player: Old timer! I'm sorry to bother you, I don't see a mariner's office around here. Is that your rowboat?
DM: "Oh yeah, this here is my boat. What's your name, sir?"
Player: Fjord.
DM: "Fjord. Jimmy."
Player: Jimmy.
DM: "Pleasure to meet you."
Player: Absolutely.
DM: "You much of a shipman yourself?"
Player: Little bit, little bit, my friends here were hoping to explore the coast a bit. And if I could put some coin in your pocket, I was wondering if you would mind parting with your vessel here for a little bit.
DM: We'll say, because you have a sailor's background at this point, you guys converse back and forth a bit. You swap some stories with him about how he used to be a dockworker, and some of the ships he was on back in the day.
Player: Tales of the worst greenhorns you've ever worked with.
DM: Yeah, about five minutes of back and forth you get to the point where you're both laughing and feel comfy. Eventually he goes, "Don't even worry about the money, just, I'll keep an eye on out here and don't take it too far out in the bay. When you're done, bring it back."
Player: That is most kind of you, we are much obliged.
DM: "Least I could do." He goes ahead and helps untie the boat. You have it at your disposal.
