A grizzled sailor, still with a full head of hair in his early 50s, Grimsley acts as head of a nascent dock workers guild in Flint. Though he only worked the docks in his youth, Grimsley spent decades sailing—primarily as captain of a ferry service in Flint’s harbor, but with a stint in the navy during the last Yerasol War. He took a gash from a policeman’s knife on the side of his face in the last big docker riot, and since then has tried to organize a unified front for the
He spoke with Elinora after the constables apprehended the Dockers at the launch party. He passionately pleaded with her to speak with the authorities about the plight of the Dockers in Flint.