Captain Morgan

What is all that damn ruckus? *i get onto deck*

*The storm rages as a pale skinned man stares at the captain with a look of pure rage in his eyes. His light, curly hair drapes over his forehead, while the rest falls in the back. A mask of freckles cover his face around his pink eye, the other eye being under a white eyepatch. He has a lightly colored captain hat on. He’s wearing nice clothes that have a light color. His his thin hands holds a gun which he is pointing directly at Morgan*

*I take a step back in shock and grab my sword from its sheath, holding it up to my chest as a defensive position* Who are you and what do you want from me?