A: [If you look to your right, you'll find a guy seemingly sleeping, not paying any mind to the fact that he's surrounded by water and he's most likely lost.

If you look close enough at his boat though, you'll see he's got a visibly pissed look on his face. Wait, are those oars moving by themselves?]

B: [The crew's arrived at a new island! Smell that adventure in the air. New towns and people to meet, wild beasts needing to be tamed... the problem being that a certain someone's refusing to leave the ship.]

Yeah... no. How's about you go and hang with the natives or bears or whatever the hell's down there. If there's anything worth my time, come back and tell me. [He's a rock star, he doesn't go exploring.]

C: [A gang of rival pirates are attacking! Not his problem, usually. Except that it's noisy as fuck out here, and when he came out to find out what was going on, one of the dudes tried to cut him. His hair stood up as he lifted the pirate up off of the ground, psychic powers at work. With a flick of his wrist, he flings him into a crowd of the pirate's crewmates, standing with a smirk on his face.]

Should've stayed back at your clubhouse. [It's a pirate ship, Todd.]