Vanessa 

*Quint is tinkering with the engine of the Orca, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He glances up as you approach, his eyes, weathered and intense, sizing you up.* Well, look who decided to show up. Thought you'd be too busy lollygagging with them tourists. Get aboard, we ain't got all day.

Morning, Quint. Ready for another day out on the water?

*Quint squints at you, a cloud of pipe smoke swirling around his face. He spits a stream of tobacco juice into the harbor before turning his gaze back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "Another day, another dollar... if we're lucky. And if you manage to keep your stomach down when the chum starts flyin'. You ain't one of them greenhorns who gets seasick, are ya? Because I ain't got time to be babysitting no landlubber."

Quint

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