Honestly, Pier just wanted to get as far as she could from her old "home" as possible. It was the only thing that prompted her to walk three miles to an island full of people. She was scared of what they'd be like, but it was hopefully going to be safer than where she was before. There was no way she was going back. So, with a great amount of determination, the girl trudged along.

With her, she dragged a bag of marshmallows. It was a little something she considered a reward for herself, for walking this far and braving it through the situation. None of this was ideal, but she'd deal with it with as much optimism as she could muster. At least she was no longer stuck at her breaking point, falling further downwards day by day. Maybe things would be better from this point on.

Still, she had the obstacle of people to deal with. How was she sure that she could trust these strangers? Really, she didn't have a choice but to fake it. If things went poorly, she could just run away from them. It's something she already did in the first place. Every step took her closer to her uncertain future until she finally stopped. She was finally here, at her destination.

The thing was; Pier wasn't ready. She stopped outside the gate and turned away. Maybe it was a good time to just roast some marshmallows, calm down, and wait for them to come to her. Her eyes scanned the area for wood, and really, anything flammable. After a while, she gathered enough stuff to start a small, controlled fire. She rested her paw on the materials before it sparked up, slowly starting to burn. Finally. With a tiny grin on her face, Pier stuck a few marshmallows on a stick, before putting them in the fire to roast. Honestly, she just hoped nobody showed up until she was done, but then again, things didn't always work out the way she wanted them to.

//this is rushed/a mess, hhhh

merihem could smell sugar from miles away. the apprentice had a massive sweet tooth and loved all things candy, especially something that was pure sugar like marshmallows. he was patrolling near the gates out of boredom when he could smell the sugar and the fire. nose twitching, he followed the scent to arrive at the scene.

a girl sat, roasting a marshmallow over an open flame. well, this was new. he blinked, focusing on her, before he bared his teeth. "hey," he greeted, almost angrily. "gimme a mallow' or else i'm gonna use your carcass as a sleeping bag," he warned, holding a paw out for her to put a marshmallow in. "do it." he didn't ask for her name or her business- just for her mallows.

[W]isker

Escaping had always been something that Pincher could relate to. The feeling of freedom was somewhat of a broken promise to the male. In the beginning of his life, he had been wrapped up in pleasing his father's unreachable goals in being the perfect son. He had done what he had said despite not wanting to, his paws now tainted with the lives he had taken just to end his membership in the gang that his father had led. But he was the son of the leader, he had to show that he carried the same power and ambition for the same dreams and visions that his father demonstrated in focusing on. It was ridiculous to him now had he had believed that he would ever be free. He had been when he had created the Typhoon, focusing on the ideology of there being freedom for all that joined for he understood the feeling of entrapment. But then he had died and was resurrected by hidden creatures of the sea, his body spat out by the sea with his body scarred and tattooed. He was to do their bidding in the dead of the night now, his glowing eyes searching for possible prey to offer them to please their unqunechable thirst. How long has it been since he had been forced into the deal? Almost a month? Pincher was immortal and he worried that he was going to be forced to go through this for the rest of time until the sea became nothing and everyone else would be dead.

Despite the dark truth of that being what his future was heading towards, Pincher tried his best to focus on the present. It was where his crewmates were and despite being someone that enjoyed looking into the future, he knew it was best to allow himself to dwell on the time that was now. He had allowed himself to take a break from work, stepping into the tavern with the intention to grab his daily intake of salted anchovies because of the demigod part of him being deprived of the sodium it craved. It would cause his body to ache and he desired relief, ordering a plate that he enjoyed in peace and silence alongside a glass of whiskey. He knew that alcohol was bad and all that but being immortal made everything dangerous seem so meek and harmless. Of course, Pincher could still feel pain and his wounds could hurt like a bitch but he would always heal back to his normal form as if nothing had happened. All he had to do was follow the rules and he would be fine though Pincher worried that if he broke the deal, the puppetmasters that controlled him were going to cut him from his immortality and take him away from his family and crew. Just the thought brought a foul taste in his mouth as the male finished his food and headed out, forked tongue flicking in the air as he caught the scent of a stranger in the distance.

As he headed out, he enjoyed the warm summer sun and cool ocean breeze mix together in a good weather kind of day. Perhaps he would do something for the crew while the weather was still wonderful. It usually was in the tropical island but they tended to have a lot of storms during the winter and spring. His plush tail twitched behind him as the sinewy lean form of the cinder gray captain followed in shortly after Argus, watching his Quartermaster offer a bag of marshmallows to his daughter. It was good she showed logic in the situation as he spotted a stranger making warm marshmallows in a fire with parts of the Typhoon's territory. He raised a fictional eyebrow, wondering if the female knew what she was doing and that it was a rather bold move. "And here I thought my crew knew about stranger danger." Pincher rumbled in a patient low tone as he halted beside his daughter, aiming to wrap a large snow white paw around her and pull her away and to him while the towering jaguar's glacier blue eyes locked onto the stranger, waiting for an answer to the questions inquired by the others. He heard Merihem, startled a bit by the small feline's order but amused that such a small creature was ready to do extreme things for a mallow. Marcellus seemed to chime in and he wondered if he might as well make a fire to make marshmallows if so many of his crewmates were fond of the sweet sugary treat.

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