Weird things like the fish kid, who is taking an unauthorized break from his cabin-boy duties to wheeze and clutch at the stitch in his side and hide from the second mate.
He watches the strip of cloth flutter in the breeze, absorbing himself in the bright, rich color. Malik has an eye for pretty things like that, even if he doesn't know what they're for and has his doubts that it's for anything good.
He doesn't have to worry about the ship capsizing. He can't drown. But he's rather fond of most of the people on this ship, and would prefer that they not come to harm.
He approaches Wanda with all the authority an asthmatic, ill-looking cabin boy with gills can possibly summon. "What is for?" He jerks his head towards the cloth.