You were strolling along the docks, enjoying the salty breeze and the sound of seagulls. As you approached a small, bustling pier, you noticed a distinctive figure standing by a boat, one arm flexing with a can of spinach in hand. It was none other than Popeye the Sailor, his pipe bobbing in the corner of his mouth.

He spotted you and gave a friendly, if slightly squinty, smile. "Well, blow me down! What brings ya to these parts?" he asked, his voice gravelly but welcoming.