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Baxter Levins: Vastayan Mole, ship medic. The most educated of the crew by far, he was a professor at a prestigious university; tenure, pension and all. That is, until he killed 8 people with a bonesaw for crimes against his family he refuses to explain at length. Blind as shit, as most moles are; uses voodoo bullshit which he, again, refuses to explain at length, instead crediting his improved vision on his diet of carrots, potatoes, and fish. Detests all manner of the arts, especially theatre; finding them a waste of time. Can be found drinking whiskey alone next to his "operating table" mumbling about Capitalist pigs. Very gay, but very prude.

Dobbin Halbrit: Vastayan Albatross-man and treasurer. Acts as the crew's clerk and accountant, doles out pay and never misses a date. Speaking voice is incredibly shrill; no one argues with him for long because their ears start to hurt after 5 minutes with the guy. Writes poems in his spare time, has several books written and published. Teaches reading and writing to the crew that can't yet. Drinks brandy in a very appreciative manner, plays the fiddle for the lads during shanties. Discovered toast, and eats it for every meal.

Tastra "Sturgeon" Hathenway: Duelist and cook. Due to some disorder, she's particularly aggressive for random periods of time, and has a particularly visible spine, giving her nickname. When not acting all feral, she's still not the nicest lady to talk to. That said, no member of the crew knows her way better around the knives. She can fillet a man about as easily as a fish. For undisclosed reasons, she once had to eat long pork to survive a wreck at sea. Keeps the food coming during shanties; her skill in the kitchen unrivaled.

Goldhaber: Yordle Navigator. Almost never leaves the Crow’s nest of The Whitefang. Particularly loud to compensate. Efficient, mild mannered, a friend to every member of the ship through good effort and polite attitude. Lost his partner at sea because of a rogue wave he didn’t see coming, busy drinking with his previous crew. As a result, non-alcoholic, but has come to terms that life is life thanks to the counsel of Larrett. As a result, continues to join his friends for shanties, providing backing vocals when needed.

Donna Madoff: 42 year old black ginger woman. Team mom, but built like a brick shithouse. A member of another crew once jumped Saul, who was too drunk and outnumbered to fight back, and Donna overheard them talking loosely about this. She demanded to speak to their captain, of which they obliged. She dislocated that man’s shoulder, permanently damaged his opposite shoulder and broke several ribs with a reverse full nelson about 4 seconds after meeting him, threatening to do the same to every person there if they tried that shit again.