Sentinel

Sentinel started his sailing career in the Royal Navy, like many pirates. But that profession did not satisfy, so he deserted one day, when the opportunity presented itself. He found an abandoned scow on an island they had anchored at to resupply, and seeing no one aboard and no sign of where the crew had gone, he simply absconded with it himself, never looking back.

His next vocation occurred quite by accident. He saw the telltale breach and tentacles of a kraken as he was asea one day, and decided to follow the beast. He tracked it for hours, and eventually found its lair, the sea churning and thrashing furiously a few hundred yards from the entrance. It was engrossed in battle with a gigantic shark, and Sentinel came upon the scene just as the kraken delivered the killing blow to its foe and retreated to recover. Blessing his luck, Sentinel followed, engaging the beast just as it had settled itself in. Even a wounded kraken is a terrible foe, though, and cornered in its own home, it lashed out with rage. But Sentinel held his own, and with an earth-shattering scream, the kraken retreated from its own home, leaving him to explore and loot the lair unimpeded. He found much to pillage in the cave; this kraken had been busy on the seas for some time. He hauled a chest full of treasure back to his ship and made for his personal armory, a small hovel hidden on an uninhabited isle nearby.

There he proceeded to upgrade his ship, and resolved to make a living hunting such monsters thereafter. With his commandeered vessel now armed and armored impressively, he auspiciously christened her *The Kraken’s Bane*, and set back out to sea to finish the job he had begun. But he did not have to search for long; the kraken had tracked *him*, and assailed his ship when he was just out of port. She proved herself quite mighty that day, and the beast was unable to break through her freshly armored hull. Sentinel, on the other hand, was able to wound her mightily with many blasts from his new cannons, and delivered a finishing shot directly to the creature’s eye with one of them. As the beast thrashed in its final throes, he lashed it with harpoons, hauling it aboard when it finally lay lifeless and still. He removed the eye and affixed it atop his mast, and dug into the thing’s corpse for study, learning everything he could about the beasts hands-on.

He grew to excel at his new profession, hunting krakens and other sea monsters for bounty or for raw materials; if they paid, he killed. He became quite famous for it, and this eventually drew the attention of the Navy, who had not forgotten that he had just up and left them. He was finally hunted down one bright day as he was tracking a smaller specimen, one with no bounty attached to it that he knew of. He would haul this one up for himself, he decided, and followed it as it crossed the ocean at a furious pace. It was making directly for a curiously painted brig a few miles off, and Sentinel went to full sail to try to intercept it. He hollered at them to beat to quarters, but they were still too far off when the beast reached them - and climbed over the gunwale, onto the deck.

He had no time to investigate further, though; a cannonball slammed into his ship’s plate armor, and he wheeled about to find a Royal Navy pirate hunter closing on him, letting fly with its chase cannons. The ship was about twice the size of his, but he fought through the despair and came about, resolved to take this ship down with him if it came to that. As he loaded his cannons and moved to line up his shot, a volley flew over his own rigging, and slammed into the pirate hunter, every shot hitting critically. The brig had come to his aid against the British, and he hollered his joy and gratitude as the Royal Navy vessel turned tail and fled with as much speed as it had left.

When he was done jeering at the fleeing ship, he turned to thank the crew of the brig - and found himself face to face with the kraken he had been pursuing, now stuffed awkwardly into a captain’s coat. When it *spoke* to him, he was utterly undone. It - she, it turned out - introduced herself as Captain Eye, commander of the brig, an orange-painted thing with a white stripe straight down the middle, which she affectionately identified as the Vixen’s Fury. She expressed her admiration of Sentinel’s skill and pluck while he stood, mouth agape, only showing signs of life again when Eye offered to welcome him to the Isla de Oro. He accepted the deal, but was put off when she informed him that he would have to surrender his ship to the Council of Bones upon his arrival. Seeing his misgivings but not wanting to lose such a fine sailor as this, she compromised with him, and sailed back to his armory with the ship, leaving it anchored there while he made his way to Puerto Dorado aboard the Fury.

After he had presented himself to the Council, he was adopted by the crew of the Liberated Latebra by Captain Kennedy Laurent, and serves that ship well. But every so often, he sneaks off the Isle and makes his way back to his armory and the *Kraken’s Bane*, still plying and enjoying his old trade whenever he can.

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