HISTORY'S EYE — WT / Q&A

[PINCHER]

Pincher...had a messy history. More messy than he would like to admit. And when he was given the task to explain the history of the expansive tropical island, Pincher wasn't sure he wanted to. It wasn't just an island to him that he had decided for it to be the Typhoon's location but it was his birth home. No one else knew this and part of him desired to keep it that way, to allow dust to settle on the secrets he had tried so hard to bury. But maybe it was for the best that he opened his past to his crewmates though ever since he had returned from the dead, the immortal male was struggling to chronologically order everything in his memories. They were shuffled and out of place, some memories stronger than others obviously but ones that weren't as important as they may seem. However, day by day, it seemed they were finally organizing themselves and Pincher wondered if it was time for him to finally try and settle that weight that he had kept with him for months.

He had decided to go head out of the submarine and towards the main area of the camp, his lean figure carrying multiple sheets of towels that he would place down upon the sand for others to lay down on if they desired to hear what their captain had to see. There was a slight weariness in his electric blue gaze as he went to a stiff sitting position on the feet of the damned turtle statue that was at the center of the bay camp, his long velvety ears pricked and turning towards members that passed by to go run errands or do stupid shit as usual. The scarred canine cleared his throat, the temptation to have a cigarette growing but knowing the dangers of second-hand smoke, he simply was biting down on the end of a matchstick as he called out "If anyone has questions about Typhoon's history or just questions for me, get the hell over here." With that, he leaned back while waiting as he wondered who would be interested in the shit he had to say.

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