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[PINCHER]

Suprisingly, Pincher wasn't as focused as looting as pirates should but that was perhaps due to his attention now clutching onto his group and improving it in any way possible. He knew not everyone here was the stereotypical "evil backstabbing pirate" that they were seen but Pincher had allowed there to be a wide spectrum of what one could become in the Typhoon. You could be good as long as you didn't mind living among bad members. You could be bad as long as you knew the restrictions and rules. Anyone could become anything and Pincher would be fine with whatever actions as long as they didn't destroy any chances or opportunities he had in mind.

The lean sleek figure of the short haired ebony black canine was stepping through the flooded beach area of the tropical island, a small scowl of frustration etched into his permanently youthful features as he noticed all the damage that surrounded them. He kicked off some kelp that had decided to cling to his back leg as the male then caught the scent of a stranger that wasn't from any group he knew and the one familiar of his crewmates, specifically his Officers. An eyebrow quirked in curiosity as he trudged through the flooded area with his crimson feather softly bouncing against his right ear as he reached the ivory figure of Argus and the yellow one of Caesar, flanking them with his ears slightly drawn back in a hesitant manner. His cold calculative icy blue gaze snapped onto the stranger, pepper black nostrils flaring as he couldn't figure out who the fuck this stranger was. "Who the fuck are you?" Pincher bluntly questioned, tone dripping with poison. He wasn't in the best mood and certainly was ready to chase out anyone that decided to question his temper.

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