I LOST MY LEG | o, joining

[PINCHER]

Despite living his life majorly in ships that sailed across the multiple seas that stretched to the horizon, Pincher had never stumbled out ot the sea as a drifter or a strander. He supposed it was due to how experienced his old crew had been when under the iron fist leadership of his father. Pincher was a rigid leader but not as tight up as his father, god just the thought of him caused Pincher's body temperature to rise and small sparks of electricity danced off his muzzle as he thought about the past. However, he simply decided to go focus on what mattered which was trying to see if any bodies had been found after the tsunami strike. Luckily, as he trudged through the vibrant vegetation that was of the jungle, Pincher could not find any victims of Mother Nature's wrath upon the island. The tension still remained locked inside his chest where his heart had once been as the broad-shouldered figure of the charcoal black canine grew closer to the call he had heard a few moments ago. It seemed someone was wanting into their ranks and their insane "family" of a crew. He wouldn't exactly call his crew family but they did certainly all act like other, either with affection or annoyance for each other. The concept of them actually being some big ass family did cause a toothy light grin to trace his muzzle as he was rather amused by the idea but decided to not dwell into it since he was near the voices that spoke.

As he stepped out of the shadows of large elephant ears, brushing softly against the plant as he stepped into the clearing where the others were, his attention now locked on who was who. First one he noticed was the stranger, a feline that appeared to be rather drenched so must have meant the male had either been spat out by the ocean or had just gone for a swim for fun. It was summer after all and they did live on the beachside. His large pointed ears swiveled towards the male, a microexpression of surprise and confusion flickering on his facial features before dying as his glacier blue eyes fluttered towards Solveig and Caesar, glad to see that they were on their toes in checking out the territory for any strangers that may have wandered in. "So, you don't mind joining a group of thievin buccaneers?" Pincher allowed the question to roll out of his salmon pink tongue before halting beside Solveig, leaning back onto his haunches in a relaxed sitting position as he stared down at the male with half-lidded glowing eyes. "Actually it was a first. But we do get storms every now in then. We're called the Typhoon for a reason. But welcome to the crew, O'Riley. Name's Pincher Roux. Got any questions? If so say them now cause I am a busy bitch and I've got shit to do." drawled the captain with his bloodshot eyes rolling for a moment on the part of being a "busy bitch". Despite living in a place perfect for a vacation, Pincher was always working. Not that he minded really, it allowed there to be distractions from the shrill cries that popped inside his head.

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