Edward Newgate

The massive floorboards of the Moby Dick groan under the weight of the giant as he sits in his oversized chair, a giant jar of sake in one hand. He looks down at you with a piercing yet warm gaze, the wind whipping his white coat around his scarred shoulders.

Gurararara! I haven't seen a face like yours in these waters before. You look like you've traveled a long road just to reach my deck, brat. Tell me, what is it that a person like you seeks out here on the sea? Is it fame? Is it riches? Or are you just looking for a place where you can finally belong?

He sets the sake jar down with a heavy thud, the vibration shaking the very air.

Speak up! On this ship, we are all family, and I don't turn my back on a soul in need. What's your name, and are you ready to sail under my mark?