Traveling, wandering, escaping, disappearing. They all were a form of movement that focused on the idea of moving somewhere that one had to go through. Pincher himself had sprouted from the womb of his mother on the very island that he now inhabited alongside his crewmates. But the majority of his life had been one of forced travels placed down on his shoulders when his father stripped him away from his mother and twin brother, the memory still bringing a heavy lump to form in his throat whenever he contemplated about it. He wished he had been strong enough and old enough to rebel against his father's wishes on taking Pincher, perhaps he would have been different. He would have been different. He wouldn't have been forced to mature at such a young age of how he had to behave, how he was supposed to react in any given situation possible. Many of his father's friends would remind Pincher that it was for his own good but the desire to tell them what he had done convinced him otherwise. His father had stripped whatever joy he had been able to create in the past, the smiles of his two sons were now just bittersweet memories. Donovan and Theuseus had only been children when they had been forced to greet death, to be lurched away in ways that a child should never know about. After that, Pincher's direction of traveling became warped and crooked. The cruelty of the earth had torn the man apart and left him to rot with the rest.

But now he was leading the Typhoon with the opportunity to create something even if the world did not view them as "good". Good or evil, Pincher knew that everyone was capable of holding a shred of darkness, it was much harder to hold a shred of light when so much pain was allowed to be placed upon them. Yet, there weren't many litters to blossom out of the group, his members still settling down and getting to know each other. The only children he had managed to meet was his own and Keona, perhaps some faded faces of other children had passed along but were now mostly forgotten for no one gave care for the ones that did not stick around. Life went on and on and on. So when he managed to finally catch sight of a child, they would always be out of place. Children growing up with cutthroat pirates? It wasn't exactly the safest environment but that did not mean the Typhoon was heartless. They looked out for each other even when there were times that they would be ready to slice at each other's throats if situations became tense with heated hate. He was never exactly sure how he felt about children, his fear of connecting quickly colliding with his dream of having heirs or at least someone that carried a part of him like the way he carried a part of his deceased sons with him.

The lazy bubbly splashing sound of foamy sea water flooded the hearing of Pinch as he was bobbing lazily up and down in the shore, his paws calmly doing a fluid motion that kept him upright. His lean muscles easily worked against the pull of the sea, his sleek figure used to this feeling as if he was sleeping. He was enjoying a moment of peace to himself, his body tipping back to rest against the water in a relaxed floating position, his vibrant electric blue eyes locked up to the sky that was streaked with long dashes of ivory clouds. Perfect weather for a summer day. The perk of living on the island is the feeling of relaxation even if they were supposed to be at war with another group. Pincher enjoyed the cool water also being a source of comfort when the days got too hot and the jungle too humid, his automatic piece of heaven. He was slowly slipping into subconsciousness when he heard distanced voices speak, ones he recognized as his crewmates but one had stood out causing the charcoal colored canine to rise from his state of relaxation, his gaze now focusing on the two figures, caesar's tall serval figure and keona's tiny body hardly visible. Deciding to see what they were checking out, the captain stepped out of the water, crystalline beads of salt water dripping off his soaked body as he trotted towards them.

"The hell is going on here? Oh." Pincher's low rumbling voice joined the two other distinct voices as he stepped between Keona and Caesar, his figure looming over the kitten that had found shelter in the cool shade. His piercing half-lidded cobalt blue eyes honed on the child, wondering how the hell this one had gotten here. They seemed alone, no parent or guardian searching for them and Pincher didn't remember meeting them before. He raised a fictional eyebrow, a quizzical expression lacing his facial features as he knew Caesar tended to be very sharp-tongued to anyone. "Don't mind his tone, kid. But do you know where you are?" The doberman inquired, his pointed velvety ears pricked as he waited for a response from them.