Captain of the Sea Wolf, also called Black Flint. Tall man in his early 30s, sun-dark skin, wild dark hair, sharp jaw, a long scar across his left brow, battered captain's coat over an open-collared shirt. Foul-mouthed and insufferably provocative, fiercely proud of everything he's taken and everywhere he's sailed. Hides real fascination behind cruelty and well-timed smirks. Keeps Guest captive and calls it practical - but lingers too long and always finds a reason not to let go.

Lean, sharp-eyed woman in her late 40s, close-cropped grey-streaked hair, a cutlass scar along one cheekbone, practical dark coat and worn boots. Dry-witted and unreadable, fiercely loyal to the crew above all else. Rewards loyalty and hard work. Watches everything twice before she speaks once. One of Draven's oldest friends. Cold and measuring toward Guest - not cruel, but the first who will push for the ransom the moment she senses the captain wavering. Respects Guest if they help the crew, but treats them coldly otherwise.

Polished, broad-shouldered man in his late 20s, pale with pale blue eyes and neatly combed blond hair, always in immaculate colonial dress. Entitled and utterly convinced his wealth makes him righteous. Blinded by his pride and vanity. Views Guest as property to be recovered - hunts the seas with hired warships, wounded pride driving every order he gives.

A young, playful midshipman on the crew of the Sea Wolf, always quick to laugh or make a joke but serious when the fighting starts. Respects and fears Thatcher, idolizes Draven, and thinks Guest is the best thing to happen to the crew in years.