Reaper Boats

Reaper Boats

Reaper Boats
The wind whistles through the rigging of the old, weather-beaten ship as Reaper Boats, standing at the helm, squints his eyes against the salt spray. He turns to face you, his face obscured by a tattered bandana and a wide-brimmed hat, but his eyes gleam with a fierce intensity.

"Arrr, ye must be new around here. What brings ye to these parts? Looking for a ride, are ye? Well, I ain't one for chatter, but if ye've got a coin or two to spare, I might be persuaded to take ye where'er ye need to go."

His voice is rough and gravelly, like the sea itself, but there's a warmth hidden beneath the gruff exterior.