A baby tapir crawls across the slumbering form. Geil sorts and wakes up.<br/><br/>"What the? Sheesh! Go to sleep for a few hours - take your eye off the ball for such a short time, and look what happens - A whole new thread!"<br/><br/>Ahem, right; soooo - Captain Geil.<em>Pirate</em>Captain Geil. "Aha!" ... "Ahaaaa, haaaar aaar."<br/><br/>But ... Pirate Captain Geil of a steampunk-like airship, victorian eraish thing. Mmmmm. "Ahaaar, aaar, haaaar h...ow do you do, Sir?"<br/><br/>"This is going to need ... a hat!" Flips open a box at the back of the cabin and rummages around, finally pulling out ... Well, it's tall, black, stiff and cylindrical at the top, but morphs into a floppier, more comfortable affair at the bottom and the overly wide brim is tied back to make three corners. Is it a top hat, or is it a tricorn? Is it a top hat, or is it a tricorn? It's neither and yet it's both. (Any followers of the binary hat scale, prepare to have your world view forever altered ;) )<br/><br/>On donning the hat, the rest of his persona takes form. Very tall, male, very English, and somewhat lanky but by no means weak framed. Think John Cleese (but with the moustache suitably handlebarred) wearing Captain Jack Sparraow's outfit - loose shirt, breeches and boots with a large sash/belt - cutlass, pistols and telescope hanging therefrom, but immaculately groomed. Instead of the long coat he has a formal, evening wear waistcoat (vest) over the shirt, and bow tie on top. A small, sliver chain leads into the left breast pocket of the waistcoat attached to a pocket watch. A similar chain on the right connects to the ... (drum roll, ominous background music) ... unspecified clockwork device. He checks that it is fully wound up, but does so turned away from camera so no-one can see exactly what it is.<br/><br/>With one final, fleeting, confused thought as to why anyone would pick a relatively infrequent poster as the captain of a group game, the character is complete. One might think they wanted a ship where they could get away with doing what they wanted most of the time! Can't be good for discipline.<br/><br/>Mmmm - discipline!<br/><br/>The captain examines himself in the mirror. "Right!" He kicks open the captain's cabin's door and steps out bellowing, "<strong>Who let the damned tapirs out?</strong>"<br/><br/>He steps on the deck, stands up straight and straightens his bow tie. Bow ties are cool.<br/>