#sailing master

According to seniority, Mr. Pearce, the master, is the next to be introduced to the reader; in external appearance, a rough, hard-headed north-countryman; but, with an unpromising exterior, he was a man of sense and feeling. He had every requisite for his situation: his nerves were like a chain-cable; he was correct and zealous in his duty; and a great favourite of the captain's, who was his countryman.

— Frederick Marryat, The King's Own

Heya anon yes of course! I did a list of tropical-inspired foods without all the seafood stuffs~

Jamaican Jerk Chicken

Jamaican Cabbage

Jerk Chicken Rice and Beans

Cuban Arroz Con Pollo

Cuban Ropa Vieja

Grilled Tropical Chicken Bowls

Tropical Island Chicken

Tropical Fruit Salad

Tropical Pineapple, Mango, and Coconut Fools

Tropical Chicken Nachos

“Wha'd'you say to three shillings....and we forget the name?”

Second in our wacky crew is Kressara, our Sailing Master (for those who don’t do boats, that means she’s in charge of the sails, essentially). She’s an air genasi barbarian, an orphan, and a hardcore badass! Her weapon of choice is usually a broadsword of some kind, but she’s extremely dangerous with anything in her hands. She has a bit of a temper when she’s in the thick of battle, but otherwise is cool, calm, and collected. She’s loyal to a fault, protective, and is always happy to join in on fun when certain other crew members start it (we’ll get to that later).

This face right here is her I’m-going-to-enjoy-smashing-you-into-a-thousand-pieces face.

That’s about all I know of her. She worked on the docks until something better came along, and now she’s with us. If I know more, you’ll know more.