Captains log,Day32:After seting sail again, the West winds picked up, blowing in a tuly terrible storm. The constant dark clouds loom over us, pouring a rain of deformed looking Orochimaru pics. Depression has fallen over the crew and nothing is getting done. Severe damage has been done to the mast and the situation is grim. Our only hope is for the storm to pass before the sea engulfs our proud vessel.

exactly

I guess even if you're immortal and stop aging at 21, you can still look ancient at times.