☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

"Feckin 'ell." The Irishman groaned, sea-green gaze snapping awake to ruins.  A gentle rain continued to strike his sore body, curled protectively around a tiny kitten and young black mamba.  The battered remains of what had once been a sailboat lay scattered all around him, brought down by rough waters onto the sparkling beach.  Her sailing days are over.

The small wildcat nosed his daughter gently.  "Well.  We're alright," he murmured optimistically.  Of course, Séamus himself had seen better days, but neither Rowena nor Niamh were hurt and that was more than enough for him.

"Your mother certainly 'as timin," he chuckled halfheartedly, struggling into a sitting position.  The storm had been no fault of Myra's of course, though he would have appreciated a warning before she sent them off.  Not that she didn't have other things on her mind; such as a rival pirate crew causing hers trouble.  She'd simply been overeager, he knew, to send their tiny daughter someplace away from a potential firefight.  A good call, even if it did, unfortunately, send them into stormy waters.

To greater misfortune, the pirate did not recognize the beach as belonging to his intended destination -- he saw none of the Typhoon's familiar landmarks.  He squinted against the rain, finding the sand's edge was met with a forest instead of a tropical jungle, twisted and foreign.  "I 'ate to admit it, but 've no clue where we are."

And moving certainly hurt.  At least the rain wasn't nearly as harsh as it had been over the ocean.

~ ☼ In her time of digging around and collecting items off of the beach, Onyx had found that all kinds of stuff tended to wash up onto the shore and get left there for someone to find. It was how she had found some of the best stuff in her collections, and also some of the weirdest stuff, but that didn't make any of it any less neat! After storms there tended to be a bunch more stuff washed up onto the shore too, kind of like the storms just pulled stuff in from the sea and left it there when they were done. Of course it also kind of had a habit of leaving jellyfish out there, or other dangerous stuff, so of course, she had to be a bit careful, but, this time, her mama was already out in front of her to go take a look! Which meant all she had to do was just follow behind her, and once everything was good and safe she could just head right down to the shore and grab some of the goodies that were there now!

Yes, she had seen all kinds of things washed up onto the shore...but, she had never, not ever, seen a storm leave some cats behind on the shore! Oh, and there was something else there too that she could see as she followed not far behind her mother, was that...a snake? What was a snake doing in the sea, had it been in that big wooden thing with the cats? Speaking of, she wondered what exactly that thing even was, it was a bit smashed up, but it was pretty big, and it had some kind of big blanket on a stick too...er, well, a broken stick, but still! "I'm Onyxpaw, nice to meet you, you're all alright, right? I mean, that thing looks a bit, you know, broken, you guys didn't break anything yourselves right?" She hoped they were all good, but they did just get their new medics appointed, so if anyone wasn't doing so great she was sure Winter and Ares could patch 'em right up! "Oh! Hey, mama, what is that big wooden thing anyways? It looks kinda like a really weird tub, but made of wood, and kinda long, and...."

☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

The faerie barked a quiet chuckle, suspecting there would be a trail of sand behind his daughter for hours to come now.  There was something to say about her tenacity and optimism.  "It's called sand, Rowa," he explained with a fond twitch of his whiskers.  "It covers the beaches and sits beneat' the water." Perhaps when his muscles healed, he would teach her how to build a sandcastle.

Unlike his daughter, Niamh remained content to hide beneath the Irishman -- only raising her head as a trio approached.  Seamus turned his head, watching the unfamiliar group through a cautious gaze.  However it seemed they were friendly; a leader, or legate, and two youth.  Soon, the wildcat began to relax, a lopsided grin forming at the mention of the rough weather that brought them to shore.

"I've been through worse," he dismissed amiably.  Might be sore for a few days though, he supposed, a loose shrug turning into a light wince.  His curiosity kept him grounded, sea-green gaze locked on Rhinestonestar as she explained their location and offered a place to stay.  The Palm Glades.  Interesting.  "Thank you for the hospitality."

Rhinestonestar, Onyxpaw, and Foampaw; the pirate sensed a pattern, bowing his head in a formal greeting. "My name's Séamus Ó Faoláin and this is my daughter Rowena.  The one 'iding is Niamh; she's a little shy," he chuckled, raising a paw to reveal the black mamba's quiet but curious gaze.

As the youth began their own questions and offered their own answers, Seamus continued to grin, giving Foampaw an affirmative nod.  "That's right.  A sailboat, to be more specific." And where did they come from?  Séamus had to consider his answer.  They were still in unfamiliar territory.

"Rowa's mother captains a pirate ship," he began.  "But I'm not a member o' 'er crew; I was just a guest -- 'ad gotten myself lost in a storm like last night's.  My crew lives on an archipelago and my intention was to re-dock there, til we got blown off course."

"But that's alright," he concluded, lowering his head to affectionately boop his daughter with his nose.  "We just needed a place to stay."