Diego felt something pluck at his heartstrings when he laid his gaze upon the overstressed captain. His eyes seemed hollow, filled iwth worry and even the gentle touch of rum hadn't washed it away. Clearly he was working over this map a bit too hard.<br/><br/>He silently walked over to the stressed man, exuding calmness, and placed his hand on the stressed man's shoulder. He spoke with a tone similar to that of a father, trying to soothe his son, "<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Come Jal, you need a break. Lock up your map and relax for a night.  Your crew needs a captain and along with the role of leading them to riches, you must also associate with them and not lock yourself up in your cabin to obsess over a map as if it would tell you its secrets. Relax, then sleep, then look at that thing in the morning. It'll be for the best.</span>"<br/><br/>He smiled warmly at the captain before removing his hand and leaving the room without a sound, back down into the recesses of the ship. After a few minutes, a jolly tune started to emanate from within followed by a chorus of drunken cheers and singing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>