What? A family line of any significance? Goodness no. Sullivan Phips was born of a man and a woman. And... well that's about all he would ever come to know. The only real family he ever needed (or cared about, for that matter) was his fellow crew aboard the good ship Lucien. Perhaps family would be too strong a word for even them. Caretakes, lets say. The folks who raised him and taught Sullivan all the wonderful ways of cooking, sewage dumping, and deck swabbing. They raised him nonetheless and the boy appreciated their services up until he left them behind on the shores of Atlas. Regret? No, naturally not. They would come to find another deckhand in due time. At a ripe 19 years old, he claimed the name of Phips as his own and set out upon the land that appeared to wobble an awful lot less than the old piece of driftwood he had called home.
