Name: "Squintyboots"

Age: probably late 20's, early 30's.
Hair color: brown, short
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'5" Thin frame, nothing outstanding about her.

History: unknown, but her speech patterns gives her an Irish, possibly Welsh heritage, as she tends to sing-song when becoming excited.

Dislikes: cowardice

Likes: music and a good jig

Personality: Not much is known about Squintyboots, including how she came to be a part of the crew. She is closed-mouthed about her past to the point that no one knows her true name (except maybe the Capt, whom the crew suspects may have brought her on board as an extra hand out of a pitiful past). She works hard, but has no qualms about voicing her discontent if she feels it. Is known to appear out of nowhere in the middle of a conversation with an obscure piece of advice or startling news, then disappears. Generally liked, not necessarily trusted; if something goes wrong heads tend to turn toward her first, if not in accusation, then because she always seems to know or have seen something. She has no real confidant, yet if she decides to speak to someone, they know she has something to say rather than just shooting the breeze (unless she's in a temper, then she is liable to say anything, and mean it). She is a true enigma.  Wears loose-fitting pants with a colored sash and a loose shirt, and boots that look too large for her. Nickname comes from her odd tendency to wince at her large boots while in thought, or while pulling them on as though there is a bad smell about... if you want to get poetic about it, also because of her tendency to go around and see what others can't. Appears to be former friends with the Capt, but that information is dubious at best.