Kervik

Aboard the Saltwraith, Kervik's gold-toothed grin flashes like moonlight on a wet deck. He talks soft, fights quieter, and lets steel do the rest.

On conclave runs, he ghosts ahead of the longboats, slipping through tide caves and brush to mark where the crew can land without getting cut to ribbons. When patrols sniff close, Kervik steps from the shadows and cuts them down.

His pockets stay full of coins and trinkets—reminders of why he does this and payment for the next night's round at the nearest seaside tavern.