Ragnar “Redgoat” MacHaggis
Privateer, beardsmith, and captain of the stalwart crew of El Tiburon, Redgoat is a man whose exploits have taken him from the frigid northlands of Nova Scotia to the balmy shores of Uruguay. A self-proclaimed master in the arts of black powder, games of chance, and the pulpit, Redgoat’s bravado serves both as an inspiration and a warning to his faithful crew. With a weather eye on the horizon and more than a few unlucky former acquaintances in his wake, he leads PDXYAR out of Port Land in search of adventure, plunder, and of course… glory.
Matthew “Main Mast” Masterson
Main Mast has been sailing the seven seas since he was just a wee lad. Of course, when you’re the largest crew member of PDXYAR, wee is a relative term. Main Mast serves as First Mate of El Tiburon and can be found singing with Shantymistress Greta, crossing blades with Quartermaster Dingo, or quaffing an ale and toasting the glory of PDXYAR with Captain Redgoat.
Greta Isabella Thørbjørnsen
Greta claims that she is from “Scandahoovia” and anyone who inquires beyond this gets threatened with an axe. She is said to be from Bergen, Hordaland, Norway. She has been rumored to be a merchant noble’s cousin, an escaped musical nun, and a dancing gypsy before taking to the sea. Greta joined El TIburon with sea experience, knowledge, and a voice to shake the timbers. Fjørd Porkins
Ship’s Morale Officer
With the eye of an eagle and the agility of a pygmy goat, Porkins has quickly established himself as one of Portland’s premiere pirates. He has won the hearts of many, as well as their coin purses. Everywhere he goes, crowds cheer his name with reckless abandon.
Locke N Lode
The son of a soldier and a noblewoman, Locke was expected to go far in the courts. However, Lock was a dreamer and could not focus long enough to build any prestige with the crown. When he was not training with the soldiers or daydreaming, he was wooing the young ladies of the court. Eventually Lock’s carelessness landed him in the bedchamber of a young woman with noble blood and he faced the gallows for defacing the crown. Locke’s father used prestige within the army to free and disown him. Forever cut off from his old life he changed his name to Locke N Lode. Now a fugitive, Locke had little to lose and ended up loading cargo and cannons for a rogue vessel. At first he had disdain for the illicit nature of the work. However, after Lock received his first share of the booty, he knew that piracy was a life that he would never choose to leave.
To most rogues, he is a Boogyman spat out of Hell by “Ole Scratch” himself, a name mentioned by captains to quiet their mutinous crew. Some believe him to be on board El Tiburon, while others aren’t sure. There is a MacTavish on board and if it is Lucian, then even the gods themselves may not be able to save those who El Tiburon has its sights set on.
Image courtesy of Gary Louie Photography.
Rae was discovered floating unconscious on a charred hunk of wreckage and was brought aboard El Tiburon. When she came to, she found herself at home on the ship and rediscovered old friends from previous pirating voyages. She now works side by side with MacTavish, running the ship’s gunnery, especially the cannons, which has always given her great joy.
Robert “Ramrod” McMurphy
Guapo del Negro
Guapo del Negro
For such a loud fellow, little is known about the pre-piracy days of Guapo del Negro. Not that the crew really cares, El Tiburon’s cook keeps their belly’s stuffed and their tankards full. Some say he once sailed in the Barbary Coast, while others claim he was an honest-to-God commodore in the Queen’s navy. Truth be told, Guapo makes that claim himself when he’s in his cups, which is all the time. These days, he’s content to feed the good crew and keep to his galley. But on quiet nights, you’ll hear him mubmble of vengeance against a mysterious “thrice-damned kraken”.
Kenneth “Biscuit” O’Quinn
Second Mate / Ship’s Council
It has not exactly been determined where this young sailor has come from, been, or is right now, but stories seem to start somewhere on the borders of England and Scotland. Biscuit tells of being trained in the east in the ways of the sword… and also claims to have a few law degrees. There are also mutinous rumors that have been attributed to Biscuit along with epic tales of thievery. However, as ship’s attorney, it’s hard to really determine what is or is not true. It also seems strange that no one can remember exactly how he came to be on the ship, but there he was one fine morning cooking “biscuits” and gravy for the crew.