Why do you hate this beast so much?
*he sat peering at the ghostly fog, the only light outside the flickering candle on the table were the sparks as he ground the stone against his harpoon sending sparks to the floor*
"The beast?... she took it all... ma leg, ma crew... my friends, and ma ship..."
*he stopped grinding and peared from the window ever so slightly*
"This grimm, an ancient thing it is. Old, hardened, and turns those Grimm it possess into unearthly beasts of another relm... their black replaced by that sickening pale... their eyes to stab you with a look..."
*he inhaled through his pipe, letting smoke and bubbles fall to the floor*
"When I met the beast it showed no mercy, I should have died if it weren't for the powder aboard igniting... Johnny, greatest man I've ever known, pulled his final move against this cruel world..."
*he scraped his leg up onto a chair, the wood on wood sounding a sharp clank*
"Should I finally kill it... in its TRUE form... well, only then can I be at peace"
*he took a swig of his glass*
"Now if you'll excuse me, I must finish, my last fight left these blades dull, and shes been stalking me... I can't be off my guard... ... next rounds on me"