A young man enters, dressed in clothes that can only be called piratical. He's got the sword at his waist, a tricorne hat, the works -- and a rather amused sort of smirk, but he gives a lazy sort of bow.
"William Turner, captain of The Empress, at your service. Do I want to know what's happened to my ship?"
Typist: So, this is William
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