He weighs it for exactly one second before caving.

"Welp! Good enough for me!"

He unbuckles his life vest and swiftly flings himself over the side of the Stan O'War II, with the ease of a man half his age. However, the water is ice cold when he hits it and he remembers his initial reservations with this particular dream - there's too much sensory detail for a normal dream.

It occurs to him, very belatedly, that he might have made a grave error in judgement here. Wouldn't be the first time a pretty face has done that to him.