Elderly sailor's mystic visage emerges from a maelstrom of swirling pentacles and celestial maps in shades of white and gray, as if etched into the cracked leather of a worn, vintage book, surrounded by the skeletal branches of twisted Celtic knotwork that appear to be woven from the very fabric of sky and sea, with faint wisps of oceanic mist curling around the edges like the tendrils of a ghostly sea serpent, while the elderly man's eyes seem to hold the secrets of the ages, his beard a wild tangle of sea spray and starlight, as if the very essence of the ocean had been distilled into this single, enigmatic face, rendered in intricate ink and wash lines that evoke the distorted, Cubist shapes of a surreal dreamscape, like a street artist's vision of a nautical deity arisen from the depths of a psychedelic sea.