Captain Moore is a smuggler from the old tradition of Sea Captains, the kind who’d go down with their ship. Moore has a strong connection to the water and his crew – so strong that he’s an avatar of the True King/Captain. His ship, a large junk whaler called the Emperor’s Pride, moves between ports all over the world, and neither greanpeace nor customs have caught him yet.

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Captian Moore came from a long line of whalers. He’s been everything but the cook, and has the scars to prove it. He was in the Navy for Vietnam, and then spent a few years as his father’s first mate. In the spring of 1980, he bought into the 333-foot junk Emperor’s Pride along with some shady South Americans and got behind the wheel for a no-questions-asked cargo operation.

Everything went to hell in the mid ’90s when a rival cartel decided to kill off his partners. His final South American run was a boatload of narquis getting the hell out of Columbia. As the sole remaining owner-operator of the Emperor’s Pride, Moore moved back to whaling and sharking for the Japanese market, with smuggling on the side. His big money runs include: moving Mainlanders to the West for Chinese “snake-heads” distributing hijacked cargo for a couple of modern day pirates in the South China Sea; transporting Ecstasy out of Portugal for a circle of those aforementioned Columbian expats.

At more than fifty years of age, he’s past his fighting prime, but life on the sea keeps him in decent shape. The Captain has kept a place for himself in the Underground by moving people and things without attracting official attention. The way he sees it, men have always taken to the sea to get away from their past; there’s nothing wrong with letting a desperate man join his crew “off the rolls” between stopovers.

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