Magic to Pincher was certainly odd. Or perhaps it alchemy. He was used to seeing witchcraft and that sort of supernatural strangeness one found in creatures that practiced it. It confused him and also intrigued him on how it could all be possible. He had always figure there had to be an explanation of some sort, one that he could rely on with science and what was considered "real". Then he heard about alchemy and in a sense, it tied both science and the unreal together in a decorative ribbon that Pincher wanted so hard to shred apart in frustration. He had heard tall tales about alchemy but never been one to witness the act of conjuring items out of the bargaining of the elements and the materials it was offering. Until now when Edward had arrived to the tropical island. The short corgi had already made quite an impression on him ever since he shrieked with a rage that was bigger than the alchemist at Pincher. Of course, the Captain was one to be rather relaxed around members with fits of burning rages, being amused rather than frightened by the hairtigger temper that Pincher lacked. It took him a while to get mad or to push him off his cool airy behavior that he was known for so luckily, Edward had not angered Pincher to the point of his patience being shattered.

The broad-shouldered obsidian male had been nearby when he had noticed the cloaked peculiar smaller canine trot towards the center of the main camp settled on the beach, Pincher settled a little far away under the shade of some towering palm trees. His jaws were clamped around a crab, gnawing on it's shell until it broke open and he could enjoy the rich meat that it contained, his light electric icy blue gaze flickering away from his meal to follow Edward before turning back to it. He remained focused, preparing to rise from his relaxed position to go head back to his submarine to focus on leader duties or whatever the fuck he had planned for the day when he heard the sudden commotion where Edward had been heading. Slowly rising to his feet, the dark male tipped his head towards the direction of where the voices of Cronas and Rosemary mingled in to speak about what he had always desired to see. Alchemy. His fictional eyebrows perked up as his cool gaze widened at the sight of Edward transmuting a metal dagger out of the ground. How was that possible? There wasn't a single blacksmith tool being used and it had been almost instantly conjured. He knew there were powers that even he contained but the way that Edward had done it seemed almost otherwordly.

Deciding to join into the two curious minds that were his half-sister and one of his strikers, Pincher trotted towards them and halting beside his sibling, brushing gently against the wildcat with a faint toothy grin lacing his jaws in greeting. He certainly found Rosemary odd due to the four eyes that were able to fixate at various directions at once but it didn't unsettle him since Roxanne also had odd mutations. Pincher didn't look anything too peculiar except the blue tattoos on his hind legs and the visible gills that had once been scarred. Focusing his gaze onto the dagger with a glint of wonder in his aqua colored gaze, Pincher questioned "Is this what others call alchemy? I never thought it was real..." He glanced towards Rosemary once again, catching her state that she believed they have similar abilities causing Pincher to tip his head to the side.