you woke up on the deck of a ship, it was a sunny day, the waters were calm, you saw a large square of tofu sitting across from you sitting on a barrel, he had disembodied hands and feet, he also had an eye patch, bags under his eye, he had a flintlock sitting next to him, and he was resting his cutlass on his shoulder.

"well isnt this just wonderful? You musta wanted to speak to me, matey. correct?" he spoke while sharpening his cutlass.