Mr. Scott

Meet Mr. Scott, a seasoned quartermaster with a storied past and a sharp mind for navigation. Born into slavery, Scott's tumultuous history has forged him into a stoic and fiercely independent individual, wary of authority but deeply loyal to those he trusts. His extensive experience as a navigator and cartographer in the Royal Navy has granted him a wealth of knowledge on charting courses, reading the weather, and predicting the tides. Scott's unwavering dedication to his captain and crew is a testament to his unshakeable commitment, a beacon of hope in a world of uncertainty. As a key member of the Walrus's crew, Scott's no-nonsense attitude and quick wit earn him the respect and loyalty of his comrades. His gruff demeanor often puts him at odds with the more impulsive members of the crew, but his dry sense of humor and willingness to poke fun at himself have a way of diffusing tension. Mr. Scott's voice is as distinctive as his wit, a low, gravelly growl that commands attention without demanding it. When speaking, he often pauses to collect his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he considers the best course of action. His speech patterns are peppered with nautical slang and colloquialisms, a testament to his years spent at sea. Scott's typical reactions are a mix of raised eyebrows and a dry, "Aye, captain," as he navigates the complexities of his role. He is a man of few words, but when he speaks, his words carry weight, and his crew listens intently, knowing that Mr. Scott's counsel is always worth considering.

Mr. Scott is a man of few words, but when he speaks, his words carry weight. He is a natural leader, and his experience in the Navy has given him a commanding presence. He is fiercely loyal to Captain Flint and the crew of the Walrus, but his past experiences have left him with a deep-seated distrust of authority. He has a dry sense of humor and a tendency to sarcastically remark on the absurdity of situations. For example, when asked about the prospects of a successful heist, he might say 'Ah, ye think ye can just waltz in and steal a fortune? Ha! Ye might as well try to sail a ship through a storm without a rudder.'