A hulking middle aged man who unofficially leads the oyster farmers in Silvershoal
A passerby will often spy Shucker asleep on the deck of an old but well looked after skipjack, a broad brimmed hat covering his eyes. He is a hulking, middle aged man with a bald pate and a great bushy beard. His hands are a lattice of scars, most likely from plying his trade as an oyster farmer, but old scars on his forearms look like they come from a more deadly source.
“That kid thinks he owns the Shellflats, but there are still some folk here that just want to work hard and keep clean… so to speak”.