These mates serve as the officers of PDXYAR and our flagship, El Tiburon. They’re a stalwart bunch, ready for a day’s sail at a moment’s notice. Whenever yer lucky enough to find PDXYAR in yer area, chances are you’ll see more than a few of these mates.

Kenneth “Biscuit” O’Quinn

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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.

Greta Isabella Thørbjørnsen

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The “wee but fierce” Shantymistress’ origins are something of a mystery, but it’s possibly fear of her threatening axe or sharp wit preventing further inquiry. Rumored to be half-Valkyrie, an escaped singing nun, and the legendary Overduchess of the Northern Fjords, she merely claims to be from “Scandahoovia” and possesses a singing voice to shake the timbers. Aside from leading the crew in all manner of shanties, you can also find her freewheeling fire from her fingertips and packing powder on the gunline… though never at the same time.

Robert “Ramrod” McMurphy

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Matthew “Main Mast” Masterson
First Mate

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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 can be found singing with Greta, crossing blades with Dingo, or quaffing an ale and toasting the glory of PDXYAR with Redgoat.

Ragnar “Redgoat” MacHaggis
Master Gunner / Captain Emeritus

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Since stepping aside after several years as Captain of El Tiburon, and now serving as Master Gunner, Redgoat’s talents for bravado and black powder haven’t dulled the least. His tireless quest for glory continues to serve as both an inspiration and a warning to the faithful crew. Redgoat is a man whose exploits have taken him from the frigid northlands of Nova Scotia to the balmy shores of Uruguay. With a weather eye on the horizon and more than a few unlucky former shipmates in his wake, he sails with PDXYAR out of the Northwest Coast in search of adventure, fortune, and of course… glory.

Guapo del Negro

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While Guapo misses his native land, El Tiburon is his home now and the crew are his familia. Just watch your step in the ship’s galley, for there he is the Patron (not the drink, but that doesn’t hurt). In his time with the crew, he still tales tales of that cursed Kraken that haunts his dreams, but when he’s not, he’s making tortillas… the official bread of El Tiburon!

Seamus Hobbes
Arms Master

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Seamus was born to a poor family of Irish fisherfolk and has been skilled in the ways boatmanship since a very young age. While he lived a humble life, it was a happy and simple one… until tragedy struck. A pirate raid on his village left him an orphan and he vowed to exact revenge on the crew that killed his family. Harboring a deep hatred for all things pirate, he felt it was best to infiltrate that life so as to better gather info on the ship of men that destroyed his young life. Many years later, he finds himself on the deck of El Tiburon, enamored with a pirate lass, and nursing a newfound love for what his life has become…

Robyn Kincaid

Ship’s Council

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Robyn was born to an Irish shepherd father and a Russian Gypsy mother. Being the only child and female, her father took it upon himself to raise her as if he had a son. He taught her to read the signs of the land around her, to track, to hunt, and of course, to tend the flock. Her mother taught her the duties of the home, as well as training her in the arts of her ancestors. After the passing of her parents in fire, Robyn made her way to the coast. Disguised as a boy, she gained passage on a merchant ship as a cabin boy. There she learned the art of sailing, sword fighting, and reading the ocean’s moods. She traveled the seas and eventually found herself aboard El Tiburon.

The Troubadour a.k.a. The Patriot

Shanty Master

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A master of song and a wanderer at heart, Troubadour started a life at sea with the King’s Navy. He was later found “stranded” in a Dutch port, by crewmen of El Tiburon. He is an admirer (from afar) of chivalry and polite society. However, times being what they are, is willing to sing a ribald shanty or two for a jingle of coin or a dram of gin. Troubadour can often be found sailing north of Yerba Buena to seek out exotic herbs and botanicals – useful to any ships mess (as well as a fine gin).

Drucilla “Blackstrap” St. James


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