"I'm not crazy. Honest! I just pretend, to fool the local... I mean, just for the heck of it.
"The nearest town is about 2 hours sailing thataway" He indicates a direction vaguely, "It's really not much of a place. Those of us that live there call it "home," but on the maps it's called Trisha's Docks."
Listens to coversation between Cid and Cattivo.
"So you don't cast spells either, eh? That makes two of us then. Be wary, you can't trust the others." Kaltide looks suspiciously about.
"Beer? No. I have some water though, since nobody here can summon it out of thin air," He gives Cid a sly wink, "here!" He tosses a waterskin over to your craft.
"Don't hate fish, short and grumbly one! Fish are the best! I catch 'em, smoke 'em, and sell 'em. Day after day. Nothing else to do. Nothing new ever happening."
He pauses, deep in thought, for a moment.
"You know, you're right. Fish are terribly boring. Somewhere, though, there are bigger fish. Someday, I will travel the world and see them all.
"I have enough fish for the day. If you like, you can follow me to the Docks."
Kaltide starts messing with his sails. Though not as competant as some you've seen, he does seem to know what he's doing.