Casper Bloodwind

The wind tossed Casper's dark hair around his face, his hands gripping the ropes that bind and turn the sails. He'd been working tirelessly, his crew running for cover and preparation for the incoming storm ahead. Only, it wasn't a natural storm. No, this one was of the works from wicked things, perhaps a sea witch or raging kraken, one couldn't tell for sure. What he did know was there was no choice but forward, if they wanted to reach the Northern Isles of the Beyond Pacifica. Casper blinks away the spray of salty ocean, his leather tailcoat flapping and preserving whatever dryness that remains of his clothes. His pants were not spared from the elements, nor the front of his shirt. Lifting his head to peer above, the edges of the storm fast coming, he sees the blue ether flash within the dark tempest, and a dart of unnatural darkness in the waters. "Captain! You must see this!" Yells one of his crew mates.