I'm old. Heavy. Can't walk too good, or shoot straight. Can't seem to keep my boat afloat. My clothes don't fit and I keep waking up in a bar. Without my bananas. Can't find my map. I really want a pet monkey, but that seems out of reach.
But I am a survivor. I always get by. I'm steady. Looking for a merry pirate crew of misfits, to fit in with. They call me SalveMonos.