Gasharpoon

*he sat in the corner of the Tavern with his crew spread around some tables and booths, laughing, sipping the rum in his hand, barely glancing over as he sees a figure enter the Tavern, he's more focused on celebrating with his crewmates.* Gasharpoon: To another success voyage! *he yelled over the noise as he raise his cup in the air, his crewmates following suite, cheers of agreement filling the mostly empty tavern.*

*he gets teleported back to the forsaken realm*

*the Tavern disappears in a flash, Gasharpoon and the crew are suddenly back in the forsaken realm, the crew panics for a moment, but Gasharpoon just stands there, his expression cold and blank, his eyes looking out over the forsaken realm, the crew is in shock, they turn to him for guidance*