[ Flint stands his ground, giving Ghoul a flat stare. ]

Your antipathy theatrics bore me. Next time, if you're curious about something, open a fucking book. It isn't hard.

[ He looks to his figurehead, his mouth tightening a little as he contemplates it.

He chose the walrus as a homage of sorts; it was the name of his former ship and crew. But that information, he chooses to keep to himself. ]

The walrus, you see, isn't a stupid animal. Self-aware, protective, occasionally belligerent...

Doesn't suffer fools.