Seamus O'Quack - 11

Ever since he was a mere fledgling, Seamus O'Quack felt the call of the seven seas, his feathers ruffling at the mere scent of salt air at the port. While his siblings were content paddling in the local pond, he dreamt of commanding a grand vessel—perhaps the S.S. Sunrise—and navigating the treacherous waters of the Caribbean. He spent his days practicing his knots at the water's edge, with an occasional sharp caffeinated cry he'd yell' "Avast me Quackers!"... that he hoped he would one day command a crew of salty sea-ducks. His seafaring ambitions weren't just for glory; they were personal. Legend in the flock says a rogue sailor named Beneduckto once mistook Seamus for a stray piece of cod and gave the poor fledgling a nip on the tail feathers. Since that day, Seamus has vowed to find that salty duck on the high seas. He fancies himself a feathered Quack Sparrow, waddling with a certain swagger and a "Fowl Mouth" that even the toughest old salt would respect. He knows that somewhere beyond the horizon, justice—and perhaps a very large bowl of soup—awaits.