You enter the captain's quarters. The place is surprisingly roomy, considering the limited space and privacy available on board sailing vessels. The bunk is draped in crimson finery, likely stolen from wealthy travelers, as with pretty much everything else that fills the quarters. At the foot of the bed is a large, sturdy chest. There is a bookcase in one corner. Most of the works lining it are in French for some reason, but there are a few volumes in English and Spanish here and there. Featured prominently in the middle of the room is the captain's desk. Strewn across it are easily identifiable items like treasure maps, a few coins, a sextant and compass... but also a number of incongruous items including star charts, an omni-tool, a Lee-Enfield MkIII rifle, a stahlhelm, a Blade Runner's license, an Elder Scroll... and from the desk, at which he had been dilligently working, the Irate Pirate looks up to you.

"What in blazes are you doing in here? Don't you see I'm working?"

Well... whatever you're come here for, this is my office. If you want to talk about my projects, make suggestions or whatever... go right ahead! I might actually respond, too!