I give you The Buccaneer.

A little history first, because I love this one. The first buccaneers were not sailors at all. They were hunters living wild on the island of Hispaniola in the 1600s, smoking the meat of wild cattle and pigs on wooden frames the locals called boucans, and that is where the name comes from. When the Spanish tried to drive them off the island, they took to the sea and started raiding Spanish ships instead, and before long the word meant the boldest pirates in the Caribbean. The most famous of them all, Henry Morgan, even ended up lieutenant governor of Jamaica.

Our Buccaneer is Captain Elias Blackthorn, the most feared pirate on the western seas, and a charming one too. Then he found a wreck carrying a chest with the names of every soul the sea ever took, and of course he stole it. From that night he could never find a safe harbour. Storms follow him, drowned sailors show up in his dreams, and his crew left him one by one. He is still out there hunting for something that can break the curse, and he still laughs at death.