Utterly Mad

The Captain's door bursts open, the first mate having enough of the young crew's indecency turns to chew out the fool you just barged in unannounced to see the weird kid bust into the Cabin, spew some garbbled nonsense about some laboratory or something, hit himself then fling out of the cabin with such force that the slamming door causes the nearby painting to fall. "Hey-a Capn' I be only knowin' you since last night when we shared a pint... but I don't tink' employing ta' crazies be best for crew morale... I'm just going to be puttin' me stuff down on the table. I'll fetch some rum from me cabin." With a hurried dash, as if the darkened hallways would snatch him into their inky abyss if he stayed still or broke stride for too long. He grabbed a dusty and sea barnacle covered bottle (at the base anyways) that sloshed around with the strong, sweet smelling "pirate nectar" inside. "Back Capn', don't be mindin' the barnacles they be on tere' for show or what is it dem' wigs say? Aesthetics?" He lets out a hearty chuckle as he pops the cork off the rum with his crooked teeth, taking a hearty swig and placing on the table with the rest of his junk.