Saulo Crook, notorious pirate for all the right reasons. He had somehow stayed so charming, even after the years of sailing and trouble he'd gotten himself into. Stealing, drinking, singing, dancing, and of course babbling about anything and everything. Saulo loved to talk, though it remained debatable if he was any good at it.

His skin was as rich and brown as a bottle of rum with the sun shining through it, inked all over in tattoo scrawlings like a treasure map of his life. The luscious black curls that stayed salted with sea and oiled with coconut had begun to sprout up silver from his scalp, but he still wore it down and proud. Even the scruff around his jaw and littering his upper lip was gray!

Another beautiful day, another adventure, another chance to stir up some mischief and make himself maybe not the best pirate to ever live, but at least the one who'd had the most fun.