Current Status: Dead
Living undead, Boat Man gets around scrounging money in hopes that they will afford a comfortable lot where they can put themselves into an ever-most peaceful and untouched rest. He has no need for eat, nor drink, much less sleep-- And would rather give these excesses away then hoard them. Counts the stars. He's at peace for the most part. Sort of a merchant, mostly a vagrant. Worldly, but not a preacher.
Boat Man lugs the broken hull of a boat with him because he likes it. There is memorial value to it, in his cold heart.