He had seen it once in his life before, had been confronted by it with its power towering over him like he was just a grain of sand. He had felt little and meek when it struck and Pincher had believed that it would have been the end for him had his best friend not saved him and told him to get to higher ground. Higher ground. This was all that was racing over his head as he ran after his crewmates through the long glass tunnel that connected the dome and the cave entrance. He could hear many panicking, wails and shouts of confusion and fear but they seemed muffled as the Captain tried to concentrate on the situation that would soon be face to face with the pirates that inhabited the island specifically the side where the collison of the tsunami would strike. Once he had ensured everyone had left the dome, he kept close to the behind before finally resurfacing, paws sinking into the sand as he grimaced, noticing that large heavy rainclouds had formed while the meeting had occurred, heavy droplets of crystalline water now pouring down on them and making Pincher squint his icy blue eyes to try and focus on how far the tsunami was. It was rushing in the distance, still quite small but as it would grow closer to the shore, he knew it would pull back the shoreline and it will lead to it growing to it's true size that he knew too well.

Through the heavy rain, Pincher turned to face the crowded crew with his upper lip curled with frustration as he shouted through the horrid confusion. "Everyone! We need to head to the jungle for higher ground! You need to find a treehouse there and remain to avoid getting caught in it! Is that und-" Pincher's bellowing voice was cut off by a sudden flash of lightning and a thunderous roar above his head though Pincher did not flinch, simply gritting his teeth as he glanced over his broad shoulder to notice that the speed that the tsunami was reaching was becoming too fast for there to be time for everyone to securely reach a treehouse or higher ground. Had he still held his heart in his chest, it would have been racing but all that he felt as a sense of nervousness in his body organs was the blood roaring in his ears as he contemplated in a few seconds on what to do. His mind quickly captured the memory of the Tempest, the massive ink black pirate ship anchored to the port of the bay where the main camp was located at.

His velvety long ears pinned against his skull as he realized that if they only had enough time to reach the Tempest and perhaps ride the tsunami close enough to the jungle for members to climb onto trees or swim to the nearest tree if possible before getting overwhelmed by the powerful force. It held many risks but it was the most sound plan as the canine snarled "Change of plans! Head over to the Tempest as fast as possible! If anyone is trailing behind, help them out! We don't have much time, let's go!" With that, the obsidian male began to run off, his desire to reach the submarine and find his children the only focus he had on his mind. He knew they had a decent amount of time for crewmates to at least one thing in their possession but he hoped no one would get sidetracked and suffer the wrath of mother nature's way.

( the tsunami is quickly gaining speed, the order is for y/c to reach the tempest in time but they do have one chance to grab one valuable thing in their possession. what will it be and why? — this is to offer ic development! have fun with it! next post w/ be added once enough replies are created )

trust him to arrive right as a tsunami would then hit days later,

He tried not to think he'd been an omen of that maybe,

As it was this was rather fortuitous for items he owned at least, he'd yet to remove them from his stop away hide out before his rejoining and thus had nothing to loose in this event it seemed.

Nothing except,

Except his family, his old friends and his clan - his people for better word.

So it was the dark beast was flying low roaring out warnings for all to hear and peering into the tumultuous darkness of the rainswept world below as the tsunami advanced rapidly, searching for anyone that needed a sudden airlift or ferried out.

He'd just rejoined - half of these people he did not know,

But lucifer would not lose anyone else, not after such heavy loses in the lives before,

He'd failed so many of his people then even if they'd been victorious in the end, even if they had won - so many dead.

No there would be no waterlogged corpses here if he could help it.

So he swung down roaring into the dark below "My friends! Are you here! I will ferry you to safety!"

Was argus safe? Was pincher there erstwhile leader - and he was still here when the dragon had returned, a small relief - doing alright in such a storm? He'd heard his voice carried on the wind earlier,

He tore at his desperation, forcing it down as he searched and circled above - he'd flown in worse conditions, he was master of skies no matter how tumultuous - and they needed him.

Let them be okay.

Please.

/he hadn't got his stuff settled yet so he hasn't lost anything if that's alright? So his is more on the terrifying possibility of losing people.