A person who has linked enough pain to their assignment will sleep through the storm that is chasing them.
Cargo goes over the side the moment avoiding death outbids gaining profit, and the whole hierarchy of human motivation shows itself in that one motion. Men who had linked pleasure to a full hold had linked a heavier pain to drowning, so the hold emptied and nobody debated it.
Below deck the same levers pull the other way. Sleep that deep is a state, the one a man drops into when the assignment ahead of him carries more pain than the water beneath him, and numbness is the cheapest exit from both. Pagans pray while the one who knows whose wind this is feels nothing worth waking for. What running costs is the signal: the internal alarm that would have turned a life around goes quiet, and it takes a stranger's hands to restart it.