You are not Rincewind. You have no idea who Rincewind is, in fact, since you have never met him, but the voices in your head seem to be in disagreement over exactly how much you are not like him. Someday, you think to yourself, you must meet this Rincewind fellow.
Your memory flashes back to your days as an apprentice wizard, and listening to the lectures of the many master wizards. One in particular, an old cheerful fellow, had animated and imbued sentience in fire to create a cute little hummingbird he named after his ex-wife. It mostly emitted light and hummed sweet songs (clearly, he didn't know all that much about hummingbirds). One fine day, a visiting circus accidentally let an untrained direwolf out of its cage. The particular master simply smiled and sent his hummingbird spirit straight for the rampaging creature. You all held your breath, but it brightened in intensity and flew straight THROUGH the creature, leaving a smoking hole from chest to backside. Later that day, he explained to you - and the class - that any idiot could set something on fire. It didn't take too much effort. What DID take effort was calming the passion of your flames and exerting your willpower to show not your mastery, but your unity with the element.
The rest of the lesson was spent trying to color your fireballs and put out the flames cheerfully spreading everywhere.
Come to think of it, he died from accidental spontaneous combustion while laughing at a joke... heh. It's all fun and games until the alcohol catches on fire. You're... honestly not quite sure why it is you remembered this all of a sudden, but nonetheless, you feel as though you have learned something about the nature of fireballs - and yourself.
Anyway, it's the day. You can talk to people, do work, or pretty much just laze back and read your book. The captain did, at one point, as you to make wind if it was needed, but it's pretty clearly not needed given the oarsmen. Your new ship is not moving quite as fast as it did before, and still reeks of sweat, fear, and bodily fluids, but it's moving.
General options?
1. Read your book and study it in hopes of skill gain
2. Go talk to Captain Jones
3. Go talk to Chief Malu
4. Take a shift on the oars
5. Clean
6. Whatever it is the voices in your head tell you that isn't any of the above options.
[EDIT: Yes, I love Jim Butcher, why did you ask?]