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Jozua Arie Xander
 Nickname [b]Jax[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 
Of course he doesn’t really know or when asked will go on about which movement is counted, the turning of the seas or the seasons or the clips on some rulers tabs? By appearance he is in his late twenties. By personality it is often commented he is younger.

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
Solid. Unrefined. Hair and build are always the noted first. Followed by the mischievous eyes and easy free smile. His blond wrapped hair hangs over his shoulders and although he take little care of it he his very attached to those locks. The wind through his hair is a real high, and he tosses his head often embracing that feel. His shoulders are wide and have no trouble being adorned by this sundrenched hair. Thick arms and wide legs define him sometimes as stocky. But the proportions are not unpleasant. There is not one bit of fat. Shorter than his Captain, and yet they both have the fair northern tone more unusual in the darker tones of the Caribbean.

[b]Position:[/b]
 Navigator and Helmsman. 

[b]Background: [/b]
Jax tells the tale that he was born on a ship. Parents invented sailed from his ancestral roots of Maastricht Holland to better themselves while he was but a bun a warming. Truth is he was picked off his orphaned street and tossed into a hold as a very young boy. So he grew up on ships.

But he jumped from one to another whenever possible thinking as a child to find that paradise, then as an adolescent to see the world, and as a young man to collect wealth. He has been successful because he learned every early on what skill was sought after. Direction, navigation. Jax crept into every map room, befriended every navigator, studied each night sky and embraced the sea’s direction. He knew how to maneuver a ship. He had grown into the roll and now he is one of the best. 

He has been on lots of ship but knows and remembers each and every one better than he connects the names of the soft woman curves he enjoys at ports. He had been hired and stood on deck for just a minute and refused to sail all because he did not like the feel of the sails, or the curve of the bow, or the feel of the wheel. 

He loves Dusk Skate. He did from the first time he laid eyes on her. He is not as sure of the mates but he is beginning to find the current of things, the rise and falls of the crew and Captain. 

Jax is new to the ship having to wiggle his way in by getting the old helmsman drunk and paying him to stay ashore. He left a different pirate ship or more or less traded spots, and now is trying to secure this new position.