I think you'd be fine. Fear can only keep you down for as long as you let it.

[ He holds the spear in his own hands; his fingers are not as nimble as he'd like them to be, but he gives it an experimental spin around the flat of his forearm and gets the point wedged softly between the dock slats, as though aiming for the imaginary space between the garstall... uh, plating? ]

We can tag-team, if you like. At least for training, I don't know if you've already been, like, assigned a boat.