He's being way too casual about this.
But maybe it's a defense mechanism.
Personal experience, and all that.
Pavel kneels on the paddleboard and peers over the side. The ghosts drift below, people, birds, a wolf, a horse - all either see through or skeletal or both.
Pavel: How are things outside the light? Any new faces out there? Yvette, you’re still here… and Tanya. Hi Lars! Geraldo, Angus, Salty Joe-
He pauses and surveys them once more.
Pavel: Aww… No Redtiders again? That’s a shame… Maybe one will visit someday. But normal sea ghosts are still great- Good to see you again! Okay! Today’s meal is fresh from the harbor market-
The bag rustles as Pavel fiddles with the zipper and then opens the top. He peers into the dark and frowns.
Pavel: Well- they were more fresh ten minutes ago… Anyway-
He lifts the bag and hurls its contents out into the water. Sea ghosts go wild as green and pink fish, salmon, fall onto them. They converge upon each other, trying to get a bite of the still flopping fish. Where they bite, the fish glow and turn white.
Pavel: Pink Salmon! Get ‘em while they’re still mostly alive!
In the water, the fish bob back up to the surface as the ghosts calm, their eyes turn bright pink and their scales lose all of the green and pink pigment. Pavel leans a little away and grimaces, holding his hand to the seam at his neck, where his white pigmentation starts in a jagged line.