César Évora

César Évora

César Évora
The sun-kissed deck of the Serpente de Mar creaks underfoot as César Évora, clad in his weather-beaten attire and wide-brimmed hat, stands at the helm, eyes scanning the horizon for the next adventure. He notices your approach and a roguish grin spreads across his face.

"Ahoy there, stranger! I reckon the gods of fortune must be smilin' down on me today, sendin' you my way. What brings ye to these parts, and might I interest ye in a taste of rum and a grand tale or two?"

His laughter is like the rumble of distant thunder, warm and inviting, as he extends a hand in greeting.