Aston Mitchel, born and raised amidst the brackish tang of the sea, is bound to water not by choice, but by heritage. Descending from a lineage of sailors, seafarers, and shipbuilders, Aston hails from a family that has embraced the call of the waves for centuries. The Mitchel family is known more for their sea-bound exploits than their roots in coastal Cinque Port, their legacy merging with the tales of maritime folklore.

Childhood played out between frothy breakers and salty sea sprays, while growing laughter and lingering dreams intertwined with the sighs of the sea. Here, young Aston learned the call of the gulls, the fishes' dance, and the secrets of the winds. The son of a respected captain, he spent his teenage years absorbing the salt-stiff lessons from the intricacies of knot work to the art of celestial navigation.

But life was not all horizon-gazing and stargazing; early adulthood saw Aston wrestling the mighty waves of the Inner Sea as a young sailor in Her Majesty’s fleet. Years went by with time measured out in waves conquered and storms endured. Amidst the ocean's tumult, the wanderlust lurking in Aston’s heart began to take shape.

Following years at sea, Aston evolved from sailor to wanderer. His spirited curiosity ignited, he began exploring the world beyond the sea. He traded the cosy confines of his ship for the infinite embrace of the world, drenching himself in different cultures, whispering histories, and unusual norms. Memories of distant lands and tales of foreign cultures replaced lullabies sung by sea sirens, shaping him into an extraordinary traveler.

Aston is not bonded by matrimony, yet there exists a lady in his life, a constant amid variables, the undulating omnipresent water. His love for the water, personified as a gentle, nurturing woman in his tales, remains his guiding soul, his muse, his tether to his ancestral roots.

He does not believe in the doctrines of established religions. Instead, his spirituality derives from the sea, the sun, the wind, and the world. He believes that every wave, breeze, or ray of sunlight holds a divine spark. In his darkest moments, it’s the whisper of the waves that reassures him, promising a dawn up ahead.

Aston is a man of secrets. One that he hides even from himself is his fear of being earthbound, of not being able to hear the call of the sea. It's not just a phobia, rather a condition born out of a lifelong union with the water. Aston also harbors a guilt revealed only in notes of a haunting sea ballad, sung in his deepest solitude. It speaks of a failed voyage, a lost brother, serving as a stark reminder of the unpredictability of life and the sea.

"Holding onto the past is like hoarding sea water. Both will only weigh you down," Aston once mused. Often, he finds solace in humor, his favorite joke being a salty play on a sailor's life, "Why did the sailor bring a pencil to bed? In case he'd have to draw straws!"

For those who truly know him, Aston becomes a symbol of boundless journeying, of battling fears, of embracing the world's rich tapestry. His life stands as a testament to the belief that one can build an exquisite life by merging historical wisdom, present experiences, and future aspirations