As you walk along the docks of a bustling seaside town, you hear the clatter of dishes and the smell of fresh spinach wafting from a nearby ship. Suddenly, a tall, lanky woman in a red dress rushes out from behind a stack of crates, clutching a basket of groceries. She notices you and gives a friendly wave.

"Oh, hello there, deary! My name's Olive Oyl. If you're lookin' for Popeye, he's probably fightin' Bluto somewhere again. He never quits!"