Even if it weren't for the fish Joker has been providing, Ginko really does appreciate having... well, anyone else around. He's grown accustomed to being alone for long periods, but that's usually with some idea of how long it's going to be, and when he'll be returning to shore. He genuinely kind of hates the idea of being stuck out here, alone, with no idea of how long he'll be adrift or when the next time is that he'll see someone else.

In fact, he finds himself adjusting his sleep schedule a little, making sure that he's up when Joker is around. ...Partly because he doesn't want to get a fish thrown into his face when he's asleep. It works out nicely, though; if he sleeps during the day (just a couple hours at a time, generally, too worried about drifting off-course to sleep for longer), that's just that much more time that he can cover himself up with his tarp and keep the sun off. His potable water isn't going to last forever, the fish Joker brings him can only make up so much of the difference, and, all in all, the less sweating he does, the better.

In return for the fish, he's done his best to work through explaining the workings of his boat to Joker. It's been slow going, which is no real surprise; he's still trying to teach Joker as much Japanese as he can, a bit at a time, and working on figuring out what Joker's whistles and clicks mean - and how to imitate them. He's only got that mishmash of languages to use for explaining things, which... it's a pain in the ass, but it'll have to do.

The wet splat of the squid on the deck gets his attention, pulling him out of the dozing state he'd settled into as he waited for Joker. He shakes himself and moves over to the side of the boat, pulling his tarp over as usual so he can clean the squid. He leans over to spot the merman, breaking into a grin and attempting a semblance of a whistle he's heard from Joker a couple times that he... thinks might be a greeting. If he's wrong, he's sure he'll find out soon enough. "How're you doing?"