"Neither do I."

It's an admission he'd only make in private, when the flicker of disquiet and discomfort is across his face, and he hates not knowing what to do. All his brains, and what good are they doing him right now? Breathe, Holmes, and take in the situation again. Look at every angle.

"Douglas, you're the experienced sailor here. What all would we need to make a proper escape?"