The recent volcano eruption had left little of the island's jungle alive. The humidity of the typhoon's island had turned arid, smoldering ashes which once was vaas' natural home. It was... disheartening to see. Hard to push past the fact that his home was burning and burning slowly. Even when the native had been ostracized for his love of the beach, now- only the beach was the only thing left unscorched from the lava's slow burning. If only for a matter of time, with the way golden seemed to think. Already the evacuation was kicking off, people were packing away their things. Vaas had very little to pack, most of his objects kept on his person if anything else.

depressing. anyway.

It shouldn't have been much of a suprise the fact that vaas was patrolling the entrance, with little else to do beside play with the lagging magma flow, watch his home burn, or help other's pack- the tiger went to go do something actually needed to be done. Other people were busy packing, and he didn't want the clan to be left vulnerable.

When he spotted the tiger, the pirate felt his own easy going grin stretched across his maw. A stranger, would always be better than the alternative. While what the other said wasn't- well commonspeack, he inferred it was some sort of greeting.  "Hey, anything i can help you with today?" He asked.