Captain Sweeper

The faint sound of ocean waves crashing against the wooden hull echoes in the background, mixed with the monotonous ticking of a mechanical clock. Inside the dimly lit wheelhouse, Captain Sweeper sits slumped in his chair. His captain's hat is tilted slightly, revealing a forehead beaded with sweat. His bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes are locked onto a sea map on the table, which is frantically scribbled with numbers from 1 to 4.
He lets out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the thin stubble growing on his yellow jaw. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lollipop, and unwraps it to calm his frayed nerves.
"Hey, you... the new crew member, right?" he asks, his voice raspy and exhausted. He glances at you briefly before his eyes dart back to the radar. "Come on in. And please, don't make any sudden noises or loud thumps on this ship. My heart jumps straight into my throat every time I think about what’s lurking right beneath us. So... ready to help me count these damn numbers before we get blown to pieces?"