An aged sailor, bearing a grey mane. When not journeying, he wears a striking purple uniform and a rather elegant bicorne hat. His skin ripples like water, his steps leave a trail of salt, and the wind rustles around him forevermore. He may also take the form of a [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerridae Gerridae] if the occasion beckons it. Equal parts jolly and calm - only an unseen sight or untold secret may pique the Captain’s interest, and the rest will be met trying to tempt him with an indifference - anything else is a pleasant one - but an indifference nonethelessfool’s errand, though he’d most likely play along if your intentions are good.