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The waves crashed over the rocks near the white beaches. It was midday, and most sensible captains were out at sea. Most. Captain Reginald Barbossa of the Raider's Revenge stood out on one of those beaten rocks, looking out over the ocean, the salt breeze blowing back his ragged ebony mane from his eyes. His crew loaded the ship, watching their captain with concern. He had never acted like this before. It had only started once they had left that little island in the middle of nowhere and its strange inhabitants. Now, he always stood looking out to sea. His crew had thought it would pass, but it hadn't yet. It had been weeks since the captain had even spoken to his crew other than to give them directions or tell them what to do. But that was rare, seeing as the crew knew their places and what needed to be done. Even while their captain drowned out their calls with the crashing of the waves. It was already time to leave, but they let him continue to stand there just a little longer. Each of them knew the feeling of loss, and they each respected his torment...

Full Name: Captain Reginald Barbossa
Nicknames: Barbossa, 'Bossa
Age: 35
Birthday: January 23rd
Sign: Aquarius (The Dreamer)
Gender: Stallion
Species: Peophin
Paintjob: Royalboy (to be pirate)
Eye Colour: Dark Jade Green
Hair Colour: Charcoal
Fur Colour: Medium Gray
Markings: None
Height: 6'7
Occupation: Professional Pirate
Rank: Captain
Ship: The Raider's Revenge
Petpet: Cutlass the pirate gruslen
Petpetpet: Yarp the moffit
Relatives: Imperfectione - nephew
Love/mate: None
Interests: None
Children: Nope

Myself

So, you want to know abou' me, do ye? Alrigh'. I were raised as a pirate. I done it all me life, won't never do anythin' else. Me grandfather and Pa before me were scallywags, an' I'll be darned if any decedents of mine become somethin' other than pirates. Anyway, I were raised on me grandpa's ship, The Fog. Grandpa ran a tight ship, never let no-one get away with nothin'. He learned me all about discipline and workin' fer what you wants. I treats me crew the same way, no slack is ever cut. You'll see no finer ship'n mine. The Raider's Revenge, she is.