The Captain swears under his breath as another punching bag gives out, the sand that was inside pooling out from the hole he made into the worn material with his fists. Today had been one of those long days, where his mind kept wandering to the past and not in a calm way that allowed him to quietly sketch, so he went where he always did when the thoughts wouldn't ease up. The Captain goes to remove the broken bag to replace it with a new one when someone holds the new bag up for him already.