Domingo “Dingo” Sanchez Villereal
Captain / Arms Master
After several years of running successful defenestration workshops at public houses, Dingo met a man from the Far East who taught him many valuable lessons. The first such lesson was a thing called force redirection, greatly improving Dingo’s knowledge of defenestration. Second was the philosophy of Buddhism. Dingo swiftly took to these teachings and being a quick study, mastered many of the concepts during their time as companions. Dingo’s fervor for these philosophies was not always shared by his shipmates. Between that and his enjoyment of the aforementioned public houses (some of which had not yet forgotten him) he shifted the focus of his studies to the law. Given his love of philosophy, his dislike of windows, and his legal knowledge, it should come as no surprise that he has a perfect record representing himself on the grounds of self defenestration.
Kenneth “Biscuit” O’Quinn
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.
Robert “Ramrod” McMurphy
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 can be found singing with Greta, crossing blades with Dingo, or quaffing an ale and toasting the glory of PDXYAR with Redgoat.
Greta Isabella Thørbjørnsen
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.
Ragnar “Redgoat” MacHaggis
Master Gunner / Captain Emeritus
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.
Ship’s Council / Captain Emeritus
Rumored to be the descendant of Floki Vilgeroarson, the first Viking to discover Iceland, Fjord Porkins made a name for himself through a series of unfortunate events. Shortly after accidentally sinking the Dread Ship Outrageous Fortune (funny story, really!) Porkins was recruited by Redgoat and quickly became the most successful pirate aboard El Tiburon. Porkins served as Captain when the crew, during a particularly drunken evening, mistakenly thought they were voting to make him the capstan so they wouldn’t have to weigh anchor anymore. Regardless, he served as Captain well, keeping the crew’s pockets full of coin and their bellies full of bacon.
Guapo del Negro
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!