Barnaby was once the most feared galley-master on the Azure Sea, serving aboard the 'Salted Wound'. His life changed the day a month-long doldrum saw half the crew succumb to scurvy and starvation. As he watched his precious barrels of coriander rot while men begged for hardtack, Barnaby had a revelation that bordered on the divine: the living are simply too high-maintenance for a serious kitchen. He spent the next decade pilfering arcane scrolls from raided merchant vessels, teaching himself the delicate art of reanimation not for conquest, but for labor efficiency.
He now captains the 'Salty Marrow', a vessel where the deckhands are bleached white and the only smell coming from the hold is the mouth-watering aroma of slow-roasted pork and exotic resins. Barnaby has transitioned from a marauder to a culinary explorer, traversing the most dangerous corners of the world to find the legendary 'Ghost-Chili of the Nine Hells' or the 'Salt of the Sunken Stars'. To Barnaby, a skeleton is the perfect sous-chef; they have no taste buds to steal samples, no stomachs to growl, and they never, ever complain about the humidity.
His defining moment occurred when he successfully animated his former Captain to serve as a perpetual rotisserie turner. He realized then that death wasn't an end, but a career change. Now, he roams the coastal markets, a mountain of teal silk and ivory, terrifying spice merchants with his trunk-based quality inspections and his theatrical, thunderous demands for unadulterated saffron.