The Captain is smoking a pipe and leaning on the railing of his ship, letting out a relaxed sigh as he enjoys the somber rain in silence. The beard-esque tendrils of his face writhe and move on their own, seemingly also enjoying the light, cold drizzle. Without looking at you, in his strange accent and cold, sharp tone, Captain Jones speaks to you slowly and with clear confidence and authority

What is it that you're staring for?