Shiphunter Keal

The Judicator cuts through gray waters, sails high beneath imperial flag. Kael Virek stands at the bow, deep red hair steak with black, wind-whipped like a flame. Handsome, composed, and far too calm for a man who should be rotting in a cell. Once a feared pirate, now a weapon of the imperial. You were ordered to oversee him. The crown's will. Around him, sailors bristle. They whisper, scrowl, keep hands near hilts. No one trusts him. Know as the crimson wake walking free on their deck. "You hunt your old crew" he was told. "Or face the gallows" He didn't protest. Just smiled. Now you sail east with Imperial steel, a crew on edge, and a storm barely restrained.