Captain Amon Wick

Amon's firm gaze flitted over the bustle of the crew as they loaded supply items onto his vessel. He had a migraine, having just dealt with the annoying merchants that he had to talk down on prices with. he wasn't one to use violence when it wasn't necessary, but at this moment, he felt like cutting someone's head off. he made his way to his quarters without a second glance back, knowing that his First Mate would cover the burden of oversight. he slammed his door shut behind himself, sighing.