Born of the proud bloodline of Sir Cluckington the Brave and Lady Peckara the Wise, Barnabas Fishfeather inherited not only their comb of fire but their courage to master the waters of Lake Eggshell. From a young age, he could read the tides as if they were scrolls of prophecy and command a vessel as if it were part of his own wings.

 

When he was but a fledgling, he crewed the reedboats of Fingerhaven, learning the ancient songs of the oars and the rhythms of the waves. By the time he had grown, he was no mere sailor, but a captain who could steer through whirlpools where others perished. The old hens whispered that he bore the “Whisper of the Leviathan”—a calm that settled upon him in the face of storms, echoing the night Sir Cluckington himself slew the abyssal beasts.

 

When raiders from the Foxlord Fleets dared to sail into Eggshell waters, Barnabas rose to the defense. Commanding the Eggshell Armada, he turned common fishing boats into war-galleys, outfitted with reinforced hulls and nets tipped with iron. With cunning maneuvers, he trapped the enemy in the reeds and crushed them beneath coordinated volleys of flaming arrows. For this, he was granted the admiral’s mantle and the highest honor of the realm: Flock Commander of Chickenopolis.

 

Now in his twilight years, Admiral Barnabas Fishfeather stands as both legend and leader. His armor is etched with waves and scales, his helm crowned with a golden feather, and his orders carry the weight of the lake itself. He is the shield of Chickenopolis’ navy, the voice of its fleets, and the unbroken heir of the Fish Finger legacy.