The grizzled pirate stands at the center of the frame, his heavily lined face twisted in a scowl. Deep wrinkles radiate from the corners of his mouth, etching his cheeks with a map of life's hardships. A greasy tangle of dark hair hangs around his weathered face, unkempt and matted, as if it's been years since his last decent wash. A black felt hat, its brim battered and frayed, clings to his scalp, its distorted shape accentuating the craggy features of his visage. A deerskin leather coat, intricately crafted and molded to the contours of his body, hangs heavy on his shoulders, its supple hides reflecting the soft, cinematic lighting around him. The atmosphere is heavy, the air thick with the scent of dampness, and the volume set to a near-forgettable haze of fog. The camera lingers mid-shot, 85mm lens peering into the void, where shadows dance around what could pass for either a pirate's laughter or the explosive static of rage.