It took far less than thirty seconds to catalogue the disadvantage of his position -- the helm and open sea at his back and a ship defended by at least one armed man at his front. There was no way this one was alone, either, and the vertical expanse of the masts provided plenty of foothold for another vantage of attack. Overly destructive measures would be self-destructive until he could ascertain just how far from land he was.

The only advantage was that this man seemed unlikely to be a shinobi given his upfront threat and unsubtle choice of clothing (not that Sasuke couldn't name a ninja who met both those habits).

Tensed for response, his stance still guarded, he let the Sharingan flood his vision to scope the ship and the man's intent (completely serious).

"I was sent here," he said, levelly. "By someone calling herself 'Miss Margie'."