As the sun shone down on captain Blake D. Hunter as he gave his rousing speech, one man was missing from the gathering. Such a thing wasn't entirely unusual. The individual in question often had a habit of showing up in the most random of places at any given point in time, and he did not claim to be an actual member of the crew. Just a tag along, as he put it. Still, whenever they needed someone to stitch up their wounds or help defend their rights of freedom, he was always there, ready and willing. 

Upon the captain's order to "eat, drink, and be merry," the missing party suddenly appeared. A single plank on deck cocked upward, as if on a lever, allowing Dr. Wutong Ken to poke his head out. His face was flushed, he was sweating, and he stank something awful, but his pleasant and affable smile could almost make one overlook that fact. Almost. [color=brown]"Beat ya to it, gluglugluglug!"[/color] His laugh was uniwue, but far from the strangest oddity to compose his personality. He punctuated his laughter by placing a gourd, which sloshed about with some unidentified liquid, to his mouth and drank deeply. With each gulp, he sank a little lower, the plank dropping with him, until the deck of the ship appeared unaltered. Where did he go? Was he [i]living[/i] inside the woodwork somehow? That dude is seriously weird...