Jason walked slowly up the steps of the ship, his fur matted with grease as he had been cleaning and repairing the rudder mechanism. The ferret stood an intimidating 6'3'', and wore an eye patch. He still had both his eyes, but he wanted a patch so bad that he cut a hole in one and placed it over his left eye. He wore some tattered old linen shorts, no shirt, and a leather three cornered hat. He flipped his tail and looked to the captain, awaiting orders.