Finnick's had to spend a lot of time in the Capitol. He could hate no place as much as that one, even though it's been so long since he was in a boat with the wind to his back and the feel of spray on his face. There's a level of freedom here that he hadn't known since his victory over ten years ago. It may not be the apparent freedom of the open sea (if you could forget the Peacekeepers' surveillance), but it's almost enough.

"I miss it, but this place has its benefits."

He'd have given up a lot for the chance to be with Annie without the threat of Snow's punishment over them. Now that he's here, he knows that's all he really needs. Being able to sail would only be an added benefit.

He considers Hawke's suggestion, weighs the value of information against the possible advantage of using her idea, and decides to offer up something he hasn't told many people.

"Round the eastern side of the lake there's what looks like an old fishing spot from whoever was here before us. There's a few broken down old boats there. Annie and I have been working on some supplies to repair one once the weather clears and we can make the trip up there more often. Maybe the engineers could fix up some of the others."

He shakes his head, laughing a little wryly at himself.

"Not sure we do. People call it an island, but I don't know if anyone's been far enough north to know for sure."