Kendal
Captain | Head Navigator | Keeper of Sacred Books
I am a 35-year old Alabama native with a history of odd life choices: I went away to the American Boychoir School at age eleven – far from friends and family – to sing and learn and tour the world. Those years opened my eyes to the world around me, and taught me a measure of toughness and self-reliance without which I would surely not have occasion to write these words. Kind of an odd thing to do, right? Then, later, I joined the high school football team with no experience and little physical ability, just because I could. And though I was not what you’d call a franchise player, it did make me stronger, more resilient, saltier (and may account for the screws I hear rattling around my forehead every now and again). And then there was the time I married a girl… so you see that I am a crazy man.
I love numbers: math, game theory, finance, probability, history, languages, and video gaming. If I could hang with one historical figure, it would be Benjamin Franklin. I am a Sagittarius who believes astrology is hogwash. I take my coffee like my Presidents: hot, black, and strong.
David
First Mate | Head Chef | Boat Whisperer
Some people say David was forged in the mountains of California by a single flame, others say he was born of a Llama, we may never know.
Brigitta Johnson Berners-Curtis-Lee-Mayfield “Bridge”
Chief of Security
Bridge comes from West End, Atlanta, where David found her in the street, hairless, suffering from dermatitis mange among other maladies. Despite her rough condition, Bridge never stopped wagging her tail, and after long months of vet visits and painful skin treatments, she was back on her feet and looking fine. She was lucky to have found David, and knew it! But not long after that, her luck almost ran out: she picked a fight with a car and broke both her front legs, and would have to be put down if the vet didn’t proceed with an expensive emergency surgery… David scraped just enough together, and Bridge came through surgery with flying colors. Once again her man nursed her back to health and vigor, and she is now going on 7 years old – older than us, in dog years.
She is an aficionado of the Southeast’s finest squirrels and lizards, and is one of dog kind’s leading experts on Human cuisine, having published twenty-three academic papers and four best-selling books, including “McDonald’s Breakfast: an Olfactory History (just Scratch n’ Sniff!)”. Bridge’s focus this season will be observing the Wave Monster and assessing which forms of marine life might be dragged ashore by 60lb quadrupeds like herself.
Arya “Kiki Māuruuru”
No Responsibilities Whatsoever.
A 2-year old hurricane Irma refugee from Savannah, GA, a most peculiar Bombay Cat who comes when she’s called and is fond of the dog. She spends her days in one of her seven staterooms (cabinets) on Avignon, but sometimes deigns to sit with us humble crew in the cabin or the cockpit. We are not sure where she goes at night, but can only assume the food is good there given her satisfied look and paw-licking each morning. Rats & flying fish beware, she will stick you with the pointy end!