Maxwell let himself settle in, finding a makeshift seat and adjusting the radio to find some extra tunes.  Everything was fine until the monster was mentioned.  "A Rusalka?" he asked incredulously.  "Yeah, I've heard some of those stories, though they've never made that much sense to me.  If there's this beautiful girl out on the waves who's a ghost and has to be helped to pass on, how would anyone ever know?  It's a little like the siren tales; nobody would be able to resist and nobody would ever know."  He just shrugged.<br/><br/>Everything was quiet up on deck.  The supernatural wasn't that ready of an occurrence, after all, and a second such sighting would be unlikely.  "If I see anything weird, though, I can be sure to let you know the moment I see it."