Ahhh. The islands, the sea. There’s no other place for him. You can see his forearm bears the tale of proud history. A life, hard adventure, knuckles ravaged, bones ache, time has weathered him. No regrets, nothing he would take back, respect he mandates it.
He’s a captain. Proud. Alive. It’s his way of life. So raise your glass, and toast to a life well lived.