"aaahoYYY THEREE!! IS THIS THE SUPPOSED LAND OF TRUE PIRATES?!" a voice had rung throughout the entrance of what he assumed to be the main entrance. that they can't believe that they actually had to go across this long strip of land for so long, that they've actually gotten their feet wet, and of course, their pelt in the sides wet with both water and the mud from going across the railroad tracks in a running motion. they had been panting by the time they reached the place they assumed to be the main entrance of where the supposed "pirates" lived. they had finally arrived in the place that they would call their permanent home, and they were overcome with much excitement as to meeting numerous mates that claim to be pirates alongside swashbuckler, who had traversed far and long to arrive to such a destination they call "The Typhoon".

shout as they might, swashie could not spot a single soul coming up to them, and being young as they are, swashie could not wait any longer- not after travelling a path that was half-sunken in water, forcing him to wade through that water and get his clean fur wet and dirty. frustrated and impatient, the black-furred feline would have absolutely trespassed the territory over the sake of joining, since they couldn't possibly wait for that long- could they? but just about they were about to engage in such a plan, he spotted the bells- bells that could surely reach further than their own voice would, if they were to combine it alongside their shouting. smirking, and eager, he used one paw to ring over the bells insistently, and yelled at the top of his lungs again.

"aaahoYYYYYYYYYYYY THEREE!! IS THIS THE SUPPOSED LAND OF TRUE PIRATES?!!!!" they inhaled and exhaled most of the air in his lungs with his screaming, ringing the bells insistently in an attempt to attract anyone who would take him to the land of pirates. In retrospect, it was a good plan, the best plan. At least, from what they thought at the time. Swashie would sooner get some pirate to alive, and he can finally join his people-

but that was, right until, hissing noises came from a basket, and what swashie thought were thick noodles came out, hissing loudly at him, striking rapidly. "farrgin' Davy Jones' locker! get away from me ye bastards! ye unholy devils!" they cried out, adrenaline rushing through his veins over the hissing vipers, growling and hissing back, and retreating a few steps forward. they were not ready for this- not they thought it was a pretty cool challenge for any lads and lassies that dare come and join with a pirate's crew. it was a life of danger, and they damn signed up for it, and therefore, danger was something swashbuckler was born for, especially in their wish as a life of a pirate. yet, here they were, and they lowered their expectations. loud mutters of cursing were words he directed to the thick noodley things with fangs, and despite the fear of losing their life before ever becoming a part of a true pirate's crew, they stood their ground. if they were not to be able to pass this, then definitely, they would never become the true pirate that they wish for.

their shouting stopped abruptly at the soft, gentle voice that came out of nowhere. they whipped their head around, right until they found the almost ethereal figure of a feline- and damn, sirens are actually a real thing. still, that doesn't stop the fact that they're facing like, 10+ thick noodles that want to kill them and end their pirating ways abruptly. sparing a slight glance to the snowshoe feline, they spoke, still in the same loud tone, but not as loud as the curses they were spewing over to the noodles "er, uhm, excuse me, siren lass, but, i damn well fuckin know i don't have to shout, but that doesn't excuse the fact that i'm iN MORTAL DANGER WITH THESE NOODLE BASTARD DEVILS!" they shouted at the end of their sentence due to one danger noodle almost having gotten a bite of them- if not for their quick reflexes, they probably would have been in the ground, bitten to death by the live vines right until they're on the stairway to an unsure after life. now he didn't want that.

another quick glance at the feline, before turning back to the noodles, they said, in a loud tone "i definitely would appreciate if i got some, i don't know assISTANCE!" they dodged that strike of the creature, hissed back loudly "as, I was saying, assistance towards these- these unholy devils that won't fuckin leave me alone. since like, i am wanting to be a pirate, that kinda like supposedly resides here." they were beginning to doubt the idea that there would be actual pirates here, and only like, one siren taunting and scolding them for talking too loud. swash knew that the femme had said there were pirates, but as the stories say, sirens only lure you to death, and they didn't want their death- no siree. so for now, perhaps they can play this into their own advantage, and possibly, trick this said siren to help them overcome these noodles that blocked their path to the land of pirates that they so sought.

what they felt next was weird. like, really, really weird. they didn't know whether it was a good weird or a bad weird, but still, weird. somehow, despite their loud, booming voice, that had earned them a vicious scolding, alongside scalding looks from others from whence they came, she still was ever so calm and non-threatening, as if she were able to handle their behavior without much fuss. it was different. perhaps, a good different. they didn't really, know, but they haven't had a chance to ponder that, especially as they observed the danger noodles ( devils. they are devils. ) from retreating back into the basket, alongside a canine figure which they assumed to be a member of the pirate group they oh so sought out for so long, and came for a journey for.

after all is said and done, they realized he may have had their gaze lingering on the siren much more than they intended, and they immediately looked away, and swash felt heat rushing to their cheeks. what in the seven seas' name was wrong with themselves? they don't know, but now is not the time to dwell on that, not with the siren, and the canine now staring at them, awaiting for their words in response to theirs. they puffed their chest out more, arranged themselves. they were still a bit disheveled from the danger noodle incident, but they can brush that off pretty easily.

"swashbuckler. me- my name, is swashbuckler, and i sure ain't turning back after the long way down here. sure is like a pirate's dream, as of mine, for the danger that comes with a pirate's life." they didn't know how they were suddenly calm, solemn in their words and their intentions, that they spoke the truth of that. perhaps this was their intention to actually let to know they were here to stay, despite the short-comings that they had to encountering from those noodles.

"hope you don't mind me askin', but where exactly do ya'll reside? took yer lovely time to arrive here, really. not that i mind now, seeing as i still intend to be part of whatever crew of pirates reside round' these parts" slight pirate speech leaked into their normal english ones, and that was because they were excited- really looking forward to being a part of a pirate's life from here on out, from being so close to being amongst their own kind that their true passion leaked onto their own words. they hoped that they could settle soon, since they couldn't wait to participate in the pillages and the raids that came alongside a pirate's life.

at the foreign voice, they immediately turned toward the feline that had said it- found it to be coming from what appeared to be a young kitten. they couldn't help but smile at that, looking back at her own eyes, a fond smile gracing their maw. they couldn't really help it- not with his fondness for younglings that exist, even within the crew, it seems. "ah, sounds like a nice place to reside in, with that." their eyes glittered at the thought of a ship. an actual ship for them pirates. they wonder if there is seperate housing alongside that too, since one ship alone cannot accomodate pirates joining in and out, after all.

after that, they turned back to the siren, and the canine, speaking, since somehow, they have a feeling that isn't all over, yet "so, there anymore hurdles i gotta go pass through, before i may be able to live with the pirate crew?" it was a good question- something that should be the test of if they're worthy enough to be a pirate. swashie is sure that they definitely are worthy to be a pirate- after all the shit they've been through in wanting to be a part of a pirate crew.