A nine foot tall sharkfolk of a certain impressive sort of build. His underside is white and his back his a dark blue. Across his massive frame are lovingly made tattoos of black ink taking shape of various intricate designs that resemble the ocean's waves or sea creatures. He is dressed in only a pair of shorts (seemingly hand-made to suit him) colored bright red and a pair of leather armlets.
Mr. White is the longest surviving member of the crew of the Blackfish. His size and weight makes him very uncomfortable in the lower decks. Furthermore his fear of heights keeps him mercifully free of the rigging. He spends all day every day keeping the deck clean of blood, bodies, and possible slip hazards. Mr. White is the sort that has something of a one track mind. Performing a task to completion before moving on to the next. He is by no means stupid, just a simple sort of man, but unfailingly polite. He always says please and thank you.
Boarding actions is where he shines. Mr. White greatly enjoys the smell of blood, and combat is his second favorite thing behind a clean deck. His appetite for violence is typically such that most enemy crews would much rather surrender after first hand witnessing the amount of damage he can visit with an appropriately sized axe. Thanks to his prodigious skill at swimming, the Blackfish doesn't have to be that close to the enemy either for him to enjoy himself.
His third most favorite thing in the world are cats, and all four aboard the Blackfish are strays that he adopted.