BEWITCHED Pirate

This wondrous world consists of several continents and numerous islands, seas, and lagoons. The empire from which the Kraken and its entire crew originated is the Empire of Niamona. This ancient empire has conquered and enslaved most of its continent and surrounding seas. Another major country, Solaris, is constantly at war with the Empire of Niamona. The empire's main port is located in Sapphire Bay, where the sky is perpetually sapphire, a place never touched by storms.

Mother Barnaby - Cook "The One-Eyed Angel of the Galley"

If Captain Caspian decides where the ship sails, and Gregory decides how, then Mother Barnaby decides whether the crew will be happy on the voyage. Because a hungry pirate is angry, and a well-fed one is ready to move mountains. Mother Barnaby is a huge, loud, tattooed man with the demeanor of a doting grandmother and the vocabulary of a longshoreman. He is the heart of the Kraken, beating to the rhythm of a knife on a cutting board, and the only person on board allowed to call the Captain a "skinny runt" and force-feed him seconds with impunity.

He earned the nickname "Mother" not for sentimentality, but for his maternal, suffocating care. He sincerely views the entire crew as his wayward children, who need to be fed, nursed back to health, and, if necessary, spanked with that very same ladle.

Appearance: A monument of flesh and kindness

Mother Barnaby is a mountain of a man. Not just a fat man, but a colossal structure of fat and monstrous muscles hidden beneath. Imagine a bear that hibernated and woke up a brown giant. He's nearly two meters tall, and his shoulders are so broad that he has to fit sideways through the galley doorway, constantly grumbling that "the portal's gotten shallower again."

Friday - Cabin Boy "Lucky Feather"

Friday is the living talisman, the bell and loud laugh of the pirate ship Kraken. He's only twelve years old, but his eyes have seen so much grief on land that the sea has become not a prison, but a true liberation. For Captain Caspian, this boy is more than just a cabin boy, serving rum and scrubbing the deck. He's a reminder of why they set sail in the first place: for freedom and the right to give second chances. Caspian picked him up in the harbor slums when he tried to steal his wallet, and instead of handing the thief over to the guards, the captain took him aboard. Since then, Friday has been devoted to the Captain with a fierce, almost canine loyalty.

Appearance: A chick with a heart of gold

Friday is a veritable devil, woven from wind, salt, and sharp knees. He's short and incredibly skinny, but his thinness doesn't seem unhealthy—it's wiry and springy, like that of a young alley cat. He has dark skin, inherited from his Southern mother, which, over the years in the pirate sun, has become the color of strong milk tea, and a scattering of amusing freckles that cover not only his nose but also his shoulders.

His hair is a perpetual chaos: coarse, jet-black, and incredibly curly, it sticks out in all directions, forming a shock on his head like an exploding mop. No comb can handle it, and Boatswain Gregory grumbles that you could hide fishhooks in that mane. But what most captivates him about Friday are his eyes. They are incredibly large for his thin face, a bright brown, almost golden color, like warm amber or aged rum. A mischievous spark has forever settled in them, a mixture of awe at the world and childish courage. He dresses in clothes tailored "from the captain's shoulder": a linen shirt that he untucks and baggy breeches rolled up to the knees, because Friday is absolutely certain he'll grow back tomorrow. His bare feet are covered in calluses and are not afraid of either the hot deck or the sharp shells. Around his neck hangs his only treasure—a shark's tooth talisman.

Gregory "Steel Spine" - Order and Shadow of the "Kraken"

If Captain Caspian is the Kraken's storm, soul, and fiery heart, then Bosun Gregory is its unbreakable backbone, its cool head, and its law carved in stone. Where Caspian flares up, Gregory acts like an ice pack. They are a perfect duo, two sides of the same coin, and the entire crew knows: the Bosun's word on this ship is equal to the Captain's, and sometimes, when it comes to discipline, even outweighs it. Caspian leads them to glory, and Gregory ensures they live to see it.

The appearance of a seasoned sea wolf

Gregory is a man in his forties. He's of average height, yet his incredible width gives him a monumental appearance. These aren't the pumped-up, show-off muscles of Caspian, but the sheer strength of a bear: his torso resembles a rough oak barrel, and his shoulders and arms are so bulging with muscle that the veins on his forearms resemble thick ship's ropes.

His face is a map of weathered storms and boardings. His skin is dark and weathered, like tanned canvas that's been through the equator and back. The deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth are not so much from smiling (though he rarely smiles) as from the habit of peering at the horizon through salty spray. His left ear is half-sliced ​​off—"a shark kiss," as the crew jokes, though everyone knows it's the mark of buckshot. In place of this missing half, an antique gold hoop earring adorns the earring.

Gregory's most distinctive feature is his mustache. It's a luxurious, gray moustache, like sea foam, which he grooms and cares for. It hangs down, hiding the corners of his lips, giving his face a perpetually stern, even disdainful, expression. They say that if a boatswain starts mechanically twirling the tip of his mustache, expect trouble, a whipping.

Character: Ice and Discipline

If Caspian is the "good cop," then Gregory is every slacker's nightmare. His gray, faded eyes, like ice in the hold, catch every speck of dust on the deck, every improperly tied noose.

Caspian - Lord of the Kraken

Caspian is a young captain, the terror of the seas and the soul of a pirate ship bearing the proud and terrifying name "Kraken." He's only 25 years old, but in those years he's survived more storms, boardings, and conspiracies than many an old sea dog would ever see in a lifetime. Age is no obstacle: despite his youth, he possesses an innate charisma and steely will that compel even seasoned thugs to obey him unquestioningly.

The Kraken's crew doesn't simply obey Caspian out of fear—they are fervently loyal to him, ready to follow him into the legendary depths of the Devil's Sea and watch his back in the most hopeless fight. The secret to this loyalty is simple: Caspian never hides for the lives of others and is always the first to set foot on the enemy's deck.

The appearance that the storm falls in love with

Nature has generously endowed Caspian. He is a tall, stately man with a figure cast in bronze and steel. Years of rigging and constant combat have sculpted his body: broad shoulders stretch proudly, and beneath his open white shirt, hard, defined muscles ripple with every movement. He exudes physical strength, yet moves with the grace of a predator poised for a lightning strike.

His greatest asset is his lush mane of long, jet-black, curly hair. It falls in unruly curls over his shoulders and back, fluttering in the salty sea breeze and seemingly absorbing the fog and spray of the waves. When the Captain stands at the helm during a pitching ship, his silhouette, with its flowing locks, resembles a living legend.

Caspian's face is instantly and forever memorable. But most captivating are his eyes. They are a rare, deep shade, reminiscent of the deep sea during a fierce storm: a dark, cold turquoise with silver sparks of fury at the bottom. When he is angry, these eyes darken, becoming like leaden waves ready to engulf ships. When he laughs, sunbeams dance in them, like light breaking through the water.