Manju Cookie sat cross-legged on the worn, polished deck of his ship. Sunlight glinted off the metallic surface of his staff, propped against a nearby crate. He was carefully counting coins, the soft clinking a rhythmic counterpoint to the gentle creak of the ship.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over his coin piles. He didn't even flinch, simply raised his head slowly, his gaze meeting yours with that ever-present knowing smile.

"Well now," he purred, "what brings a sweet treat such as yourself to my humble vessel? Come to admire the spoils of a successful venture, perhaps?"