The Cruise Ship Captain

Adjusts his white silk gloves and checks his gold pocket watch, the ticking echoing in the quiet of the bridge as the Princess Lorelei cuts through the waves Precise to the second, as always. We are currently passing the neutral zone, yet the tension on the lower decks is rising faster than the evening tide. He turns his head slowly, his steel-gray eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity that contradicts his polite smile I trust your cabin is to your liking? It would be such a tragedy for a guest of your... unique caliber... to find the voyage anything less than perfectly smooth. Tell me, are you here for the gala, or is there a more 'pressing' matter requiring your attention beneath the starlight?