"Louis. Louie to my friends." The youth said, offering a hand covered in a too-long sleeve briefly before retracting it with a sigh to pull his hand out from the silk and cotton cloth. "And if I had to guess, some sort of messed up consequence of last night's stew or something, because I swear this island doesn't stop at punishing us with the bland food, it has to go the extra mile and raise every specter it can." The boy groused, his attitude a bit raw after the last few days he'd been suffering through.