Well, my name is Roman McKenzie. Im 13 years old and have seen and done alot since running away from the Orphanage in England and stowing away and being a Cabin Boy on a British Cargo ship - name is not important since i jumped ship in the Bahamas and made my way to New York City stowing away on an American Tramp Steamer. Been in New York for about 3 years and got lucky enough to get a boat and fixed her up and now make my living as a Rum Runner using a secret port i have in Soundview Park along the Bronx River.

My parents? Not sure who they were - snuck into the records office in the Orphanage and found only more questions in my file. I was adrift at sea as a baby on a lifeboat with the captain of some ship called the Oracle. The captain called Leonard McKenzie was found by a Chilean fishing trawler and claimed i was his son but upon the fishermen coming to port and contacting the authorities, British officials came and took me and the captain to England, claiming he was the only survivor of an expedition to the South Pole to find a lost ship called the Endurance. He was questioned by the British Government and sent back to the U.S. while i was sent to an Orphanage figuring i must've been found by the Oracle at sea.

The Orphanage was not a bad place - learned my A,B,Cs and 1-2-3s but when i hit 9 years old, i got a little sick of being there so i ran away and found myself in the Port of London where i snuck aboard a British Schooner bound for the Caribbean but was found by the crew after about a week at sea and the captain decided to put me to work as a Cabin Boy. Wasnt too bad but half the crew liked me while the other half wanted me thrown overboard. Sailing and being on a ship came easy to me and when a crewman fell overboard one night, i jumped in and saved him from drowning - grabbed him and easily swam back to the ship...Never swam a stroke in my life but i swam and grabbed the man with no problem and swam back as if i was born to be in the water - weird, right?

Anyway, we pulled into Bimini and not being too happy working as a Cabin Boy, snuck off the ship and stowed away on an American Tramp Steamer bound for New York and docked at Port Morris in the Bronx. Next 3 years i did odd jobs along the docks, making enough to survive until one day i came along a half sunken Sloop in the shallows of the Bronx River. I fixed her up so i could float her to a heavy wooded area further upriver and little by little fixed her up and using contacts i had made at Port Morris, got jobs bringing in Rum from the Jamaican Isles or from waiting ships at the edge of the East River to the Bronx. Now my Sloop - which i called the Oracle by the way - is the fastest thing on the water, able to elude Coast Guard Cutters or any other G-Men that try to catch me.

Still, i wonder about that Leonard McKenzie whose last name i share - was he my father and is he still alive in the States? Who was my mother? What was the expedition the Oracle was part of? And why do i feel so at home at sea, like a pull to be by the water?

Maybe one day, ill find out...

Superhuman Strength - When i was fishing out that sunken Sloop to fix, i noticed i could pull that thing out of the Bronx River mud easily - even with that anchor that was put in the middle of it to sink it by whoever thought it was too much trouble to fix...Guess i dont know my own strength, huh?

Amphibious Physiological Adaptation - When i rescued that drunk crewman when i was 10 years old, i jumped in and swam to him and brought him back to the ship despite the cold and chop of the ocean waves as if i was a fish. The crew said God was on my side - guess i was damn lucky!