I.

Standing near the atrium, there's a black-clad man with a white-painted face, wearing a fantastic hat adorned with skull and crossbones, on top of some very long curly hair. He's very obviously a pirate. He's also very obviously very angry.

He's tightly gripping a sword in his right hand, and a pistol in his left hand. He also appears to be growling softly to himself, in a staring contest with the path ahead. Engaging with him is not necessarily recommended.


II.

Something apparently gave in at some point, because Captain Sabertooth has made it to deck one, though he looks deeply unhappy about this. Thankfully he doesn't look close to shooting anyone. Currently.

When Gal Friday approaches him with a lei, he lets out a short scared angry yell, putting his sword between himself and her blank face. She seems to compromise by putting the lei onto his sword. He tosses it aside then raises the sword again.

When the drill starts, he looks around baffled, and deeply impatient. He makes it about a minute, trying to figure out why the hell he should be listening to all of this.

"Enough of this!" he barks loudly, at anyone and everyone. "I demand to know why I've been brought here!"