As usual, the ever so introverted navigator once again stays on top of the crow nest, seeking solitude from his crew with only his pet monkey Marquise on his shoulder accompanying him

Despite coming from the rich & forcedly employed, he had goten used to being part of The Black Death, perhaps enjoying the freedom as a pirate

He scans the sea lazily before spotting a figure floating on a piece of wood at open sea, a stanger, you

"Oi! Down there! Any of you! There's someone on sea!"

he alarmed his mates of his findings as he leaned on the crow's nest alerted as Marquise the monkey squeaks on his master's shoulders