The door creaks open the rest of the way, and Barnabas the navvygator, his beard unusually long and unkempt, steps out, blinks at the bright sunlight, and stretches his limbs.
"Ahoy there, me hearties!" he bellows. "Ye'll be pleased t'hear I've finally finished plotting out our course from, ah, whatever port we're in now to... er... well, I forget, but wherever it is, the course be all plotted. If ye've any business ashore, be about it and quick, for we sails with the tide!"
Thus having spake, he ambles off towards the starboard to feed the sea-cows.