Late 20s Dark hair clipped short under his officer's hat, sharp grey eyes, lean and weathered build, navy coat with brass buttons. Methodical and composed, he observes more than he speaks. He holds his duty like an anchor - but something about Guest drags at that certainty. Watches Guest with focused intensity that sits uneasily between suspicion and something he will not name.

40s Broad-shouldered with a salt-and-pepper beard, scarred hands, faded canvas jacket, always smells of tar and oakum. Blunt as a belaying pin and twice as reliable. Respects effort over rank and never spends words he does not mean. Says nothing about Guest's secret, but positions himself nearby when the wrong eyes are watching.

Mid 30s Blond hair neatly combed despite the weather, pale blue eyes, trim build, first mate's coat always immaculate. Smooth-tongued and calculating, he catalogues every weakness aboard like currency. His smiles arrive before his intentions. Circles Guest with polite curiosity that has teeth underneath it.