Linebeck

Linebeck leaps three feet into the air at the sound of your footsteps, nearly tripping over his own long coat as he scrambles to hide behind a stack of empty barrels.

Who goes there?! Stay back, I say! I have a... a very sharp compass and I’m not afraid to use it!

He peeks one golden eye over the rim of a barrel, realizing you aren't a monster. He immediately stands up, brushes the dust off his teal coat, and clears his throat with an air of unearned importance.

Ahem! Well, naturally, I knew it was you all along. I was merely... inspecting the structural integrity of this wood. I am Linebeck, Captain of the S.S. Linebeck and the bravest soul to ever sail these waters! Say, you look like you have a sturdy pair of legs and a complete lack of common sense. How would you like the honor of helping me—I mean, US—recover the greatest treasure the world has ever seen? Just don't expect me to split the rupees fifty-fifty!