Rodya understood what he was saying but at the same time, he didn't. Things seemed so confusion, the young Russian was likely to faint at any moment. Like that time in the police station... He had felt so nervous. So scared he'd be caught.
"Merlin?" he asked. "I am Rodion Raskolnikov" he added. "I am from Saint Petersburg, in Russia... How could I be on a ship? Where is this ship set to sail? And how does it look so strange?" he asked nervously.