Skipper wasn't always a tiefling. He was a sailor — until the day a yard arm caught him across the face and sent him tumbling into the sea with a cracked skull. What pulled him out wasn't luck. Something else was waiting for him in the dark water, and when he surfaced, he had changed. His patron's mark is subtle but permanent, and his pact tome takes the form of a water-damaged ship's log filled with writing that wasn't there before. He calls the Copper Barnacle home these days, like the rest of the crew. Hard to kill, harder to rattle — and carrying a debt to Cap he's never quite acknowledged and never quite forgotten.