Zenigata detected the scent of cigars, which overpowered the the smoke of his own Shinsei cigarette. Turning, he became face-to-face to a towering man with gray hair, a large white coat, and two lit cigars clenched between his teeth. The inspector didn't need to ask if this man was the captain; he radiated the presence of a leader like an aura of charisma, his dark eyes reflecting an unruly intelligence. Zenigata saluted. "Good afternoon, sir! It's an honor to finally meet you, Smoker." He said, the breeze rustling his trench coat as he stood on the deck.