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*the captain is pacing his rooms, apparently full of nervous energy. His face is flushed as if he's in the grip of a high fever, and he hasn't changed the black shirt that he ripped earlier. The tatters of its sleeve hang down around the hook. Back and forth he goes, sword slung at his hip, pistol in his belt. He has a terrible expression on his face: a mix of anger and trepidation...and excitement*