Pincher...had a messy history. More messy than he would like to admit. And when he was given the task to explain the history of the expansive tropical island, Pincher wasn't sure he wanted to. It wasn't just an island to him that he had decided for it to be the Typhoon's location but it was his birth home. No one else knew this and part of him desired to keep it that way, to allow dust to settle on the secrets he had tried so hard to bury. But maybe it was for the best that he opened his past to his crewmates though ever since he had returned from the dead, the immortal male was struggling to chronologically order everything in his memories. They were shuffled and out of place, some memories stronger than others obviously but ones that weren't as important as they may seem. However, day by day, it seemed they were finally organizing themselves and Pincher wondered if it was time for him to finally try and settle that weight that he had kept with him for months.

He had decided to go head out of the submarine and towards the main area of the camp, his lean figure carrying multiple sheets of towels that he would place down upon the sand for others to lay down on if they desired to hear what their captain had to see. There was a slight weariness in his electric blue gaze as he went to a stiff sitting position on the feet of the damned turtle statue that was at the center of the bay camp, his long velvety ears pricked and turning towards members that passed by to go run errands or do stupid shit as usual. The scarred canine cleared his throat, the temptation to have a cigarette growing but knowing the dangers of second-hand smoke, he simply was biting down on the end of a matchstick as he called out "If anyone has questions about Typhoon's history or just questions for me, get the hell over here." With that, he leaned back while waiting as he wondered who would be interested in the shit he had to say.

Fuck. This was stupid and he already hated that he allowed himself to take questions especially since Pincher was known as a rather reserved private man about his personal life. It wasn't good to mix business with personal but this was his fault for opening his fat mouth. He glanced warily away from the crashing crystalline waves that had once kept him down to the peculiar intelligent eyes of his half-sister, Rosemary. He allowed a faint ghost of a smile to flicker on his cinnamon brown muzzle as he was fond of her and certainly was glad she was around with her medical expertise and other talents. Yet the smile cracked with a tint of awkwardness when he realized her question was striking one of the most extreme topics that Pincher was sensitive about. His father. Unlike the brown ocelot, he had been forced to deal with his father for all his life by himself and this had only caused pure agony for Pincher. His dream of becoming something shattered by the expectations of a parent and having to suck it up and continue with the plan to the point he no longer questioned it. "...He's dead. Archie passed away quite some time ago." He answered flatly, a trace of bitter poison rolling off his tongue as the broad shouldered canine forced a stoic cold expression to settle onto his facial features. He wouldn't say he killed him. Not in public nor to his family. How would they see him? As a murderer within the family ready to strike again? Last thing he wanted was the Roux family to be filled with fear and lack of trust for each other.

He blinked his electric blue eyes when he heard the small footsteps of his daughter, turning to glance at her with the hardened mask already cracking when noticing her limp slowly to him. He leaned forward to gently bump his coal black nose against hers in a loving manner, warmth washing over him alongside comfort. He loved Goldie, she was one of the few things he believed had done right on this world and he didn't want to ruin it. He knew he had hardly spoken about their twisted entangled family but perhaps when she would mature more, he would be able to tell her. The large canine pulled his head back up and chuckled at her question before contemplating. "Hmm, I think my favorite thing to do is to create maps. Also making origami. I like to go swimming and also planning." He admitted. He had always enjoyed traveling and mapmaking though he had been busy not being able to do much origami as of late he did excel in the art of it. Perhaps he could make some for his daughter and his family when he had the freedom to.

It appeared that Cronas was one full of question and Pincher wasn't shocked. The child certainly held an aura that eminated with wonder and curiosity about the world as if they had never been able to truly experience it in depth. As Pincher focused on the small ash colored kitten, he tried to keep track though he had to concentrate a lot to do so. Sucking in a deep breath, he explained "The big circle is called a sun, it's a star far away. The dim one in the night is called a moon, it's...I don't really fucking know, it's just a big revolving rock basically. The ocean smells like that because I guess of the salt and all the stuff inside it? Theres more water than land so a lot of things are in it. And uhh, I don't really know why tears have salt in them but I think you could find a book with an answer for that. Also regular cakes don't really have to be any size but they can be very big. And the difference in good and bad is depending on one's perspective. Uh, no you can't eat sympathy, it's a feeling. And falling asleep? It happens to a lot of creatures but it depends why they can't sleep but yeah sometimes I can't sleep cause I have a lot in my mind. I go to sleep by counting seconds. Curse words are words that tend to be pretty sensitive to some and not suitable for someone like you to say but I don't really believe that. Hate is also an emotion I guess though it's I don't really know how to explain it, you just really don't like something, I guess. And no you can't eat hate." His voice had begun to strain slightly by the end but he managed the long rambling before being given another question, this time personal. He blinked towards them as he swallowed before glancing away, gaze fluttering briefly towards the horizon as he thought of the dream he had once wished to live in. "I didn't always want to be a leader but things happen." He admitted, voice holding a tint of heartache and longing.