Jeremiah Fisk, only son of a baker, with five sister’s, and a mother who was always disappointed in him. He fled to the sea as a young man to earn his fortune as a sailor, but several unfortunate run-ins with pirates and lousy pay from the ships that weren’t attacked led him to realize that if he wanted to earn his fortune, he’d need to rethink which side of the sea he stood with.
Life as a pirate was never easy, but the adventure and excitement suited Jeremiah. He learned quick, and took to his duties with a certain zeal. A zeal he feels was rewarded with a run in with the legendary Seawraith. It was a dark and stormy night, all the hatches had been locked down and he was the unlucky man on watch. He spied a sail in the distance, a grand but strange ship he’d never seen before, and then suddenly there were two. One chasing the other, he recognized the second from the tales. Lightning flashed from their canons, and thunder roared in their wake, and just as soon as they had appeared, they were gone. The seas calmed, and Jeremiah had a new calling and a new dream. The sea was a much bigger place for him after that day, though his shipmates just figured he’d had a bit too much to drink. He took to keeping his brethren abiding by Besmara’s code, which wasn’t without its own pitfalls.
It was one such pitfall that lead him into the service of Roger Thanious. A small dispute became a large argument, a large argument became a heated debate, and a heated debate lead to blows. They each fought and though Roger was the victor, he did not take the life of his crewmate. It was this mercy that sparked the friendship that would eventually lead to Jeremiah accepting the position of first mate when Roger Thanious took to captaining his own vessel.
Jeremiah is an old salt of the sea, with a rolling gait and infectious laugh. He’s old enough to have seen it all, and has the grey hairs to prove it. Beware of old men in a profession where the good die young…
