"Oh no," Tolten said, shaking his head. "I get seasick something awful. I hate being on the water. My father used to try to take me out when I was little, but...well, I'd only get sick and no one would be happy. I'll just look at it and read about sailing, thank you."

Especially after his adventures in the Nautilus. He still had nightmares! Not just about the submarine ship, but of the ocean itself. It was so vast and large and powerful and he was only one young man! There was nothing he could do to stand in the way of anything it chose to do!

And it had taken two powerful magical engines. Oh, with good reason of course - though Tolten still felt Grand Staff could be incredibly beneficial, if actually built as a magical engine to serve a country - but it had left him with a reenforced fear of the ocean.