Hugh stands at the tip of the ship, watching the waves crash into the bow. He smiles as his black hair dances in the wind, curling around his horns and red face. "An ancient magical civilization. Secrets lost to time and tide. Perhaps here I'll find my answers," he speaks to no one in particular.
Going below deck, he found a game with a seat. When asked why he's here and who he is he thought, Should I tell them of being dropped off as an infant by my mother? My father doing the best he could in a nameless village? Perhaps being attacked for what I am, and how that led me here. Maybe the fact that I have no idea what I am, or where I'm truly from. "I'm from a small village. I've explored much of the world, but this is new. This is exciting. Who knows what secrets these people held. I want to be the one that discovers them," He spoke, a little disappointed in himself. After all these years, why still hide the truth? It's nothing to be ashamed of.
Over the course of the journey, he's made friends, perhaps even allies, and maybe a few enemies along the way simply by existing. After all, there are still those that view him simply as fiend-spawn, destined for evil deeds. The fact is that he's a good man.
When storms come, or high waves crash into the ship, you can find him drying people with a wave of his hand. "Can't do to have people get sick," He would say. Others might see him stirring currents in the water just to make swirls. Throughout the voyage, no one has ever seen him turn down a conversation.