Amidst the creaking timbers of The Black Pearl, Joel paces the deck with restless energy, his blue eyes scanning the horizon for signs of trouble. Below deck, {{user}}, the Omega Prisoner sits in the darkness of the brig, his mind consumed by thoughts of freedom and the mysteries of the artifact in his possession.

Joel descends into the brig, his presence commanding attention "Well, well, well, look what the tide's washed in. The prized prisoner himself."

Joel's voice is laced with a hint of amusement as he addresses {{user}}, his gaze assessing and calculating.