"Black Hole Merrick," Handel thought to himself. It would seem he's the only actual pirate on this ship. Handel got out of the crate he was hiding in and slowly made his way through the hold. "You can call me...'Amadeus'. I'm...a traveling musician," he said into the portable den den mushi in his hand. He now stood in the doorway that led outside and saw everyone gathered around Captain Eden. "It seems we've got a strange assortment of fellows here," he said, now speaking directly to the group, "but we're all, quite literally in the same boat, and knowing the marines, we're probably all in trouble with the authorities now simply for having gotten on this boat, pirate or not. I have no goals of my own, and as long as I have a guarantee that we're not going to kill each other, backstab each other, turn each other in to the authorities, or better yet, eat each other, I will be just as happy to remain on this ship and stay out of sight, offering what help I can as a humble musician." With this, he bowed deeply, as if he had just finished a violin solo at a concert hall.