Nice, not bad. He watches with interest as the winds pick up, and nods his approval. Strikes him as the sort of thing a person with the right paramecia fruit could do. It's very natural and effective, with no over the top sparkles or anything else he usually thinks of when he thinks of magic - though he has no reason for that, he realizes. Just stories from childhood.

"Cool. Well, that could definitely be helpful out on the water. You're hired," he says. "If you decide you want to come, anyway. We could always just stay in the shallows, test it out, get you some lessons first."