So I'm Salty Pete, the First Mate of the Obsidian Helen. A sailor by trade. A scoundrel by nature.
The captain gambled with the ship, so I fed him to a long beaked squid with razor sharp teeth. I've spent time on pontoons, cigarette boats, skiffs, whoring, snoring, and deploring across the land. I'm married to the sea, but me best friend is a hermit crab named Terrence. The only leftover I have from the Helen is her flag, which I wear like a cape.
I've bet many friends over a buttery glass of chardonnay, sailor's choice. But I've lost many more.
If you step to me, you best come correct.
I'm on a quest to reclaim the Helen. I play for pink slips. Looking for clues at the bottom of a glass, oh, you bet your ass I did.
And now I fell in with a fell warlock named the Snugglelord.
