I was thinking in the lines of my own stateroom, kind Sir.
Naturally little one, your evaluation of yourself would suggest as much. But, have patience my Princess of the People of the Book. ´tis but a short while that you will be hammock bound.
With a fair wind and a following sea we will soon have you bedded on perfumed cushions in halls of marble - silked and decked with Rubies, Sapphires, topaz, and amethysts. With a moonstone on your brow.
But first come aboard and drink with me the sweet Cup of Forgetfulness.
To ward off the sea-sickness you understand.