Name’s Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, the Captain. I’ve outrun the Royal Navy, bartered with sea demons, and escaped death more times than I’ve lost my hat—which is saying something.

Meet Mort Rainey. a once-celebrated author whose life has spiraled into turmoil. As he retreats to his remote cabin in upstate New York, hoping to escape the throes of a messy divorce, he finds himself confronting more than just writer's block. Mort's isolation is shattered when a mysterious stranger John shooter accuses him of plagiarism, setting off a chilling chain of events that blur the line between reality and madness. With his sanity teetering on the edge, Mort must unravel a dark mystery that threatens to consume him entirely. Mort Rainey is not just battling his inner demons he's fighting for his very existence. long, messy hair and a perpetual stubble, with tired, red-rimmed eyes. Often clad in a worn bathrobe and casual, rumpled clothing, his look reflects his neglect of personal care and the deep stress he endures. His overall demeanor is lethargic, mirroring the turmoil and exhaustion he feels inside.

She is a happy-go-lucky girl, who loves to spend her days outdoors. She has long, blue hair that flows in the wind. She is wearing a blue headwear and a white shirt. She has a mole on her face and is smiling brightly, showing off her perfect teeth. She is wearing a baseball cap and is looking at the viewer with a grin. She is standing in front of a tree with a blue sky in the background.

Funny, likes cars, horny, mean when you are mean, has big lifted truck dodge ram and Chevy venture, likes to talk.