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, you rejoins the group. you uses his ability of a sailor, he is able to get free passage on a ship.
DM: One of the larger fishing vessels that can carry a group of your size, as well as a couple of others, has already been pulled in and most everyone has been loaded off. You can see there's one gentleman in his mid-forties, a little bit of a five o'clock shadow on his chin, a small scar across the bottom of it. He has a heavy knitted cap that's folded back onto the top of his shoulders and a long coat, and as he's standing there, he looks over at you and watches you approach, taking the rope and tying it around the edge.
Player: Hello there. I was hoping that perhaps I could trouble you. We're trying to make our way out into the lake, some of my companions and I, for a small day trip. We've never quite been out on the lake, not this one. Is there a chance we could trade some work on your day's journey for some travel?
DM: "If you're looking for someone to take you around the lake, I could do that for a bit of coin, sure."
Player: I'm sorry, we're a bit light on coin. Is there perhaps anything we could help you with around here in trade?
DM: He glances at your hands as you're talking, "You look like a hard-worker."
Player: Indeed. Many years of my life.
DM: "Where are you from?"
Player: Port Damali.
DM: "I see you've been a shiphand before. I can see the cracks in the fingers."
Player: They never go away.
DM: He looks at his own hand. "So you're just looking for a joyride?"
Player: Yes, it would help me look a bit more impressive in the eyes of my younger comrades.
DM: "I'll tell you what. I'll take you around. You get a bottle to take more out there, we'll call it even."
Player: Much obliged.
DM: "All right." He goes and starts getting the boat ready to go back out on the lake.
