Sarah Asper-Smith
This Ruby of the North Sea has salt in her blood to be sure. She works undercover as a clerk for the imperial navy by day and spends her evenings marauding with the rest of her rugged crew. Her sharp sword and steady hand have already earned her a well deserved reputation amongst the locals as a true artist with a blade. One day she hopes to horde enough treasure to complete her master swordsman training.
Dani Byers
Born and raised in a small fishing village, Byers has always been close to the sea. An incomparable chef and feared knife fighter, her precision and control of a fine tipped blade are next to none. She’s a bit rough and tumble but Dani has a soft spot for lumbering giants.
Lou Logan
Logan bathes in whiskey and eats gun powder for breakfast. The word mischievous doesn't begin to describe this bilge rat. He has no tolerance for planning and is easily distracted by attempts to blow up sea gulls. When he seems most volatile his personality will turn like the wind revealing a meticulous attention to detail and a fascination with the mechanics of the ship and the sea.
Pat Race
Self proclaimed captain, Race constantly fights off his scurvy with lime Popsicles and tall glasses of gin and tonic. He often gets caught drawing in his log book when he should be plotting courses and is constantly rigging fishing lines when he should be manning the rudder. Despite all of this day dreaming he hasn't stuck the ship on the rocks and manages to somehow maintain an overinflated reputation in local pirating circles.
Cristina Reitz
A beautiful specter of a woman, a skilled dancer, and a feared assassin, Reitz moves like a steady sea breeze. Her origins are largely unknown, a mix of half truths and secrets. Listen carefully and you may hear her dark laughter come across the water on a cold night.
Aaron Suring
Suring, the calm and quiet first mate can often be found reading in the crow's nest or just gazing out over the sea. In his wilder youth he claims to have lost his leg to an ice giant and even served in a secret branch of the imperial navy. He has earned the moniker of the Red Ghost because of his pale skin, red beard, and tendency to vanish for days at a time, returning as mysteriously as he left. Without his steady hand on deck and keen eyes on the horizon this tiny ship would have been blown off course long ago.
