Pincher was starving. Except it wasn't for food but information. He tended to observe from afar new members into the crew to see what their intentions were, always glancing towards strangers that had decided to join the crew for personal reasons. He was always tempted to ask the question onto why they had figured out the Typhoon was right for him but he knew some didn't even want to be in here, some simply wanted a place to belong to and nothing else. Which he could partly understand since that had been his first intentions when creating the Typhoon. He had always wanted it to be better, yes, but in the very raw stages of the Typhoon crew, all he wanted was a place to call home. This was due to the constant movement that his father had forced him to join when being connected to the nomad gang that he had belonged to prior to him becoming the Captain. He now had a place to finally call home without faltering when asked the question. It was his birthplace afterall and he found comfort in the volcanic island as well as interest on all the possibilities it offered. It appeared some had been interested as well when they saw the distant island and figured it was a good place to stay and Pincher didn't mind that. They could stay as long as they knew not to cause too much trouble within the rank. He understood a little fight here and there always was healthy but a full on war within his own crew was something he longed to avoid. So he always sought out to find and socialize with the strangers he had difficulty in connecting with and one had been rather ominous if he had to admit and that was Sunbeam.

The muscular lean figure of the ash gray jaguar stepped through the farther more isolated beaches that the island had to offer. It was a large island, miles and miles of undiscovered land still offered but Pincher wanted to take it slow with any future discoveries for he knew the possible dangers that lurked within the shadows of the vegetation. His mother had lead a tribe here before, one that excelled in vodou, and knowing the many curses and spells they could place on objects, Pincher knew better to be cautious. His ivory white paws softly thumped on the ground as the scarred wildcat glanced around for the peculiar form of Sunbeam, his cigarette leaving a trail of smoke as he glanced around with his sapphire icy blue eyes trying to locate them. He knew they were a rather hidden figure in the crew and due to this, Pincher wondered what were the reasons, his thoughts rolling inside his head as he contemplated the possibilities.

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