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Silas was raised in the back rooms of a port counting house, where his family kept books for merchants who smiled in daylight and cheated by candlelight. He learned numbers before swordplay and locks before lullabies. As a young rat, he saw how greed dressed itself in fine coats and called theft trade. That made him careful, not cruel. If every hand wanted more than its share, someone had to count honestly, even among pirates. He left honest ledgers after discovering his master had sold sailors into debt bondage. Silas stole the debt book, freed the names, and ran before hired blades found him. A pirate crew took him aboard because anyone clever enough to rob a counting house could manage shares. He became a quartermaster's assistant, then a treasure keeper, then the rat everyone hated during counting and loved when payment came fair. On Alder's ship, Silas guarded the chest, tracked stores, and stopped small cheats before they became knife fights. The wreck scattered his world. Tools, medicine, rope, food, names, order: all went into the sea. Silas woke with his tail trapped under a plank and his key ring gone. He dug through sand for hours, not for gold first, but for the medicine case. He found only half of it. Since then, he has been rebuilding order one pouch, knot, and list at a time. On the island, Silas becomes the keeper of things that matter. He measures grain, locks dry goods in a salvaged chest, and gives out tools with a glare sharp enough to peel bark. Others call him stingy until the day they need exactly the hook, needle, or clean strip he saved. His arc is learning trust is not poor counting. He must let others hold important things without assuming they will waste them. Tribal trade challenges him most, because their wealth is not coin but favour, memory, and respect. Silas grumbles at that, then slowly starts keeping a new kind of ledger in his head: deeds owed, kindness given, lives saved.