Nikolai, born into piracy, killed his abusive parents at fourteen, claiming the captaincy as his parents were the captains of the ship.

He takes the octopus skewer from the pile of cooked fish, as he took a bite out of it, he leaned against the deck of the ship. In his usual topless and overly large straw hat outfit. He eyed down his crew, surveying their every move as always.

He doesn’t really care for their lives if he was honest with them, and his cold glare showed that all too well.