A twelve day break and Bakugou dives straight back into his least favourite activity, politics. He tries not to frown when he sees the Captain's rising form, calling them all to assemble before him like the 'soldiers' they all were. They were pirates, rather obedient pirates if anyone asked him. In many cases the group's loyalty to their leader was almost unwavering, an assortment of eyes all fixating and snapping towards Captain Pincher. The Reaver approaches in a deathly silence, gaze refusing to meet the frigidness of their leader when he sits down and listens, fur basking within the array of warm colours hitting his striped cream fur and warping the light appearance of his natural hues. Ironic how they're discussing Sunhaven whilst the sun sets, disappearing into the horizon to be swallowed by the rotations of their planet. "Well aren't they persistent?" he scowls to no one in particular, brain beginning to mutter unknowable words filled with poisonous vexations. His opinion still stands that he dislikes Sunhaven, mainly because of his embarrassing run-in with their late leader Quantum and being scolded by the Captain before her. It immediately put Sunhaven right into his bad books.

He was pleased, in fact, to hear Feliks disagree with the choice of allowing Sunhaven to become their allies. His eyes, however, immediately lock onto the griffon's form when he mentions something along the lines of The Typhoon getting softer - choosing in particular to associate their softness to an overall loss of aggression from The Typhoon rather than their feelings towards the merchant allegience. It was true and he frustratingly agreed to it. They were weaker than they had been before and allying with Sunhaven was their make-or-break. If they allowed it to happen, it would slow the number of raids against them due to now having more allies...but it also suggested they were afraid, unable to hold themselves. The Typhoon had always been capable of keeping themselves together. What had happened? Why had this happened? "I bet Sunhaven only wants to ally with us because of our reputation. As soon as we lose it, watch 'em drop us as well. I agree with Feliks bein' that they ain't doin' anythin' else to impress us - no gifts, no nothin'. They just keep naggin' and askin' that I may as well just keep refusin' them. My vote is a solid no."

Although Luca wasn't the fondest of the ocean, he had to admit that the sunsets were beautiful. He wandered aimlessly along the shoreline, missing the hiss of the tide as it came in contact with the smouldering pads of his paws. With his powers sealed away there was none of that, only the cold of ocean water and a subtle emptiness beneath his bones. He was already on his way to the tavern for a drink, so it was convenient that Pinch had chosen that time in particular to host a vote. The hellhound stepped closer to merge with the rest of the crowd as it gathered, bringing his wings close to his body and tilting his head at the captain. If brought up later, he would call the distance he'd put between himself and Bakugou unintentional. It was quite obviously not. He wasnt sure who could blame him though, no one liked looking at their mistakes. Instead of focusing on recent events he pricked his tattered ears and listened to Pincher's words, curling his glossy tail neatly around those dainty paws of his. Sunhaven again. Luca wasn't expecting to hear about them again so soon, but he wasn't annoyed by their persistence. If anything he found it endearing, cute.

It was no secret that Luca was perhaps a little too trusting. He had spent so much of his life drowning beneath his hate and his fear, so recently he'd been making an effort to be more open to people. Letting go of that paranoia was hard, but in Luca's eyes, it was so very worth it. Sure he still believed that people were inherently sinful and operated mostly out of self interest, but that didn't stop him from opening his heart to them. If they happened to stab it, well he could handle that. In some ways, a stab in the back was less painful than living in constant fear. Much like in horror movies, the worst part was always the suspense. Perhaps it was because of these beliefs that he couldn't bring himself to agree with his peers. He tapped his paws idly on the ground while he waited for the others to finish, only jumping in during the next lull in conversation. "I vote yes," he said, feeling a little proud of himself for being the first one. "Friends are fun to have for parties n' stuff, and if they turn out to be shitty we can just drop em' and raid em' to get our supplies back. It'll be fun," he said. "Besides, isn't trying them out and dropping them later better than shooing em' away and maybe mising out on a good ally?" It seemed like sound reasoning to him.

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