[Unlike this humble artist, Bastien lacks scruples and common sense on a good day. He takes out a small silver flask from his coat pocket and drinks. Best to believe it's wine. Bastien is a shameless drunk.]

I'll be sure to browse before leaving. Unlike most pir--I mean "sailors", I appreciate talents of all kinds. [He confesses after putting the flask away. He's pleasantly buzzed now.]

Oui, oui! I want a nice carving me old ship. A memento, as you would say. [Bastien explains with a faint sigh.] You see, I lost her just a few days ago. Lost her out at sea during a bloody battle that took the lives of most of my crew.

[It's tough for him to talk about this when the memory is still so fresh. Bastien can almost still smell the smoke and fire. Hell, he can still hear the cries of his men as they were burned alive. It's a gruesome memory.]

I want somethin' to remember them by. I want...to honour them.