Shuffling through the car is a Wayward Haint* (ghost) of an old man in a sailor’s coat with a clay pipe. Grumbling, he purposelessly heaves sacks of mail from one end of the car to the other as if he was loading cargo on a ship. There is a distant regretful look in his eyes as he goes about his labor.

When encountered, he only cares to talk about the sea and his long career as a sailor, captain, and lighthouse keeper, bemoaning that he died inland. He regularly mentions that he wishes he could see the sea one last time with glum wistfulness. 

Looking for a gravely man's voice. open to accents but definitely looking for your traditional cartoony-mariner. 

There will be a few more lines but I posted just one for audition sake for now