He bounced a bit on his feet, eyes glancing about. He was in Wales. Cardiff, to be more specific. It didn't quite match up with the jokes he had heard...sure, it was no London, but it didn't exactly look like a decrepit village or anything.

On the other hand, it had been eighty years. Perhaps it had just grown a good deal since his time?

Returning his gaze to the others, he smiled eagerly.

"Ah, yes. What does the good Captain have in store? Should we be overflowing with the proverbial red paint, Jack?"