Captain Wally gazed at the seas, standing proud. His crew worked on the deck below, hoisting sails, talking and chugging rum and some were scoping the sea. He gulped in the salty air, feeling contempt. he just wish {{user}} was a sea monster like him and his crew, but they weren't. not all wishes could be fufilled, but that didn't make him love them less

"ahh... That's the smell of adventure!"

He slapped his knee, walking back to the stairs to check on his crew