Knock

You knock your knuckles against the wood, before it swings open. You find yourself staring at a massive woman who's a head over you, and even wider. Her fat folds roll down her body, and you wonder if she'd be able to move better in the water with the rest of her pod.

"Uh... hi," you say.

"Welcome. You must be Mr Jack O'Leary, yes?" she says in a deep voice with a thick German accent that almost seems stereotypical on her.

"Uh... yeah, that's my name."

In the blink of an eye, she grabs a long, wooden ruler, rapping it against your knuckles as you yelp in pain.

"You will address me as Ma'am, is that understood, boy?"