The Crew of Capitan Crescendo
Even the bravest captain wouldn’t get far without a loyal crew.
Meet the unique and devoted companions who stand beside Capitan Crescendo.
Each of them has their own story, talent, and special gift – and together, they form an extraordinary team.
They may be different, but they share one thing: the heart of an adventurer.
🐒 Tamarin Emperor
The first to join. A tiny monkey with grand mustaches and an even bigger heart. Once a star in the circus—flipping, drumming, and juggling apricots. Now the rhythmic soul of the crew, she can strike time so precisely that even the leaves on the trees start to dance.
🐦 Nevermor
A raven, dark as midnight without a lantern, but within his feathers lives a music that could calm a storm. On his right wing lies a secret: a keyboard of feathers – black and white like a piano dream. A flying poet who carries messages and forgotten melodies from afar.
🐻 Sir Hugo Bearington
A bear so big that even the maringotka apologized to him. Instead of traveling, he stays at the base, watching every adventure through his Hugoscope. Then he retells them to children with such passion that even attic cats stop purring to listen. He’s the storyteller for the little ones—and maybe for those who forgot they once were.
🤖 Spiky Bot
Once just a cactus standing silently on the alchemist’s windowsill—until motor oil spilled on him. Suddenly he clicked, buzzed, and made sounds that opened drawers and hearts alike. Now part of the crew—spiky but loyal.
🐱 Harfia
A purple cat, as if born from the twilight smoke of a romantic evening. One eye blue, the other turquoise—like a lake that never sleeps. Instead of meowing, she plays her whiskers, and whoever hears it forgets their anger. She can lull even a grumpy troll to sleep—no bedtime story needed.
🦦 Freeda
Some say she was just a collar. Or maybe just a memory. And yet, our ferret Freeda came to life the day the maringotka exhaled its first steamy note. Since then, she flickers like a shadow, spins like a solo riff, and appears just where she’s needed. Small, but fierce. If she were in a band, she’d be the lead guitarist—with claws.
🐁 Forte and Piano
They live in Capitan’s hat like it’s a skyscraper. The top floors are the most wanted, so they argue daily, build hair-elevators, and sometimes host one-note concerts. Small, but opinionated. And their squeaks turn explosive when someone moves their cheese stash.
🦗 Pako
Her name is Pako. But call her that and you’ll freeze—not from cold, but from her gaze. A stick insect who disappears into grass, books, or even the wind. When she whispers, trees hold their breath. The type who speaks rarely, but when she does—you’ll hear it in your dreams.