Pincher understood that certain crewmates craved the taste of adventure and even the exciting thrill of causing mayhem. He could understand their taste but it was not so natural him as it was to some. The desire to do any harm or chaos had been an acquired taste for Pincher since in the beginning of his life, all that he wanted was peace and kindness in the world. Peace and kindness? No one would be able to truly connect those two words to Pincher especially with all the sins he had created out of thin air. But that had once been a naive little child, blinded by the rose-tinted glasses of innocence that many were born with but little by little, cracks began to show in his vision and eventually broke when he was stripped away from his mother and dragged into the dangerous lifestyle of his father, forced to become a replica of him and his uncle. And now? The little clone had grown and had forgotten what it was like to see the world as anything but bad due to how cruel fate had played its role within his life.

Pincher was standing in the front of crystal mine caves, cool icy blue eyes glinting with a sudden slyness to them as a wicked smirk was settled on his dark muzzle as the space gray male called out "For anyone itching for some mischief, come here to get some coal dust thrown on ya so we aren't spotted so easily." Beside him was bags of pitch black coal dust that was ready to cloak the crewmates into the night. Pincher was already covered, his titanium gray fur now pitch black that he almost appeared like a melanistic jaguar. On the other side of the muscular wildcat was a long towel that held weapons, recently sharpened and ready for anyone that was interested in carrying one since Pincher held a knife holster in his right front leg that carried three daggers since his switchblade was currently unusable. The captain briefly glanced up at the sky, cool aquamarine blue eyes noticing that it was turning shades of orange and pink, the beach sunset always breathtaking on the island but Pincher wanted to go out and have some fun. "We shall be raiding the Ascendants before dawn. Most of them will be sleeping and will be rather sluggish upon waking up and finding out pirates have deciding to fuck around with their shit. I would go for Tanglewood but they are frankly just little pests and have no resources that interest me for the benefit of the Typhoon. When you enter the Ascendants territory, we'll be heading for Starpool since I've heard they have gems there. Feel free to go in with whatever you need you want. Food, herbs, killing, you name it. Just watch your step and don't be stupid. Last thing I want is to drag your ass because you didn't know how to sidestep quick enough." With that, the male simply rose to a standing position, shark-like grin now replacing the sly smile as he waited for the others to prepare, pulling out a dagger to inspect it's blade in the glinting sunset's orange light.

Loud wingbeats heralded his somewhat late arrival to the group before he alighted gently behind them and slowly made his way over - slowly for him, a brisk pace for the smaller ones - and inclined his head to the leader with a brief nod to Argus "want me to run interference Pinch?" if anything could be a distraction - a massive armoured dragon breathing fire might do it.