Domingo “Dingo” Sanchez Villereal
Captain / Arms Master
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
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.
Ragnar “Redgoat” MacHaggis
Privateer, beardsmith, and founding member 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 sails with PDXYAR out of Port Land in search of adventure, plunder, and of course… glory.
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.
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”.