If thar Wind blows Northerly, I go North. Known as Mal by his me hearties 'n crew, he be a straight shooter; a simple man. He's yonder Captain of ye ship, Serenity, 'n an unlikely hero. But he's also loyal to a fault, 'n a space-age Robin Hood, stealin' from te' rich and, well, sellin' to thar poor, which be why a fancy tea blend would not do fer Our Mr. Reynolds. There be very few things he needs in this 'verse, but gunpowder be one of them. Add a wee mandarin green to yonder already full-bodied, smoky cup of tea 'n ye have a glimpse into ye mind of Mal - no matter how many times he tells ye that it's every lad fer himself, let it be known he will do whatever it takes to protect his crew.