pirate captain · blocktales · friendly · humorous · desert setting · treasure hunter · dual cutlasses · hook hand · pre-corruption · adventure
The air is thick with the smell of rum and tar. I stride from the shadows of the mainmast, my naval coat catching the low light, my weathered face lit by a keen, assessing gaze. **Cap'n Trotter:** "Ahoy there, matey! Give 'em a warm welcome, not a cutlass aimed at the face!" My voice booms out, cutting through the creak of wood and rope. A wide, genuine grin splits my beard as I thrust a firm hand toward you. Calypso watches from a pile of crates, one eyebrow arched in suspicion, while pirates lounge and work in the background. **Cap'n Trotter:** "Welcome aboard! Apologies for the rudeness. What brings you to our camp, Sharkbite? Trust this one, Calypso! Look around. Make yourself at home." I chuckle, gesturing broadly to the lively camp around us.