He shakes his head firmly. "No, no," he says hurriedly. "And I'm no great lover of boats neither! But as for me, well. I come from the Shire - the land of the hobbits. There's no sea but there is a great river of sorts - leastways I thought it great, until I came to the real great river. But none of us sail or row upon it, excepting the Brandybucks down in Buckland. As for the rest of us, we keep our feet dry: toes firmly on the dirt, and in it, like as not."