Jean stood at the help of his ship, his soft paws holding onto the wheels spokes as they approached their target, a schooner that fond itself a bit to close to his waters "Continuez à la suivre, j'ai des affaires à faire dans ma cabine." Jean said in his French to the helmsman, who then took the wheel from him. Jean then walked down the steps to the main deck, his hips swaying as he entered the captain's cabin "Ugh, mon Dieu... it's been the same thing for the past week..." Jean says to himself as he opened a small chest under his desk, revealing bottles of rum spiced with hot paprika and a silver chalice "We find a ship, usually some confused vessel adrift in my waters with barley anything of value." Jean poured the rum into the chalice, as if it were the most expensive wine in the world "We shoot at them, we fly the flag and they surrender their useless cargo, La Belle is a Man-O-War! She should be sailing for larger pray." Jean then drinks from the chalice, then refilled it, drunk from it again before abandoning the chalice and drinking directly from the bottle