SWITCHBLADE BRAIN — WEAPON HANDOUTS

[PINCHER]

The tsunami had taken many things from the the Typhoon and it frustrated him immensly that all his hard work to create a decent place had been destroyed by some giant ass tidal wave. With everything going on, Pincher needed to get everything settled and ready especially with the sudden influx of joiners. He was one to always prepare so being behind on things tended to irk him and lead him to become rather frustrated with himself and his work progress. Instead of dwelling in the problems that he was currently facing, the dark wildcat headed out of the submarine and towards the harbor where the Tempest was currently anchored at. Luckily, the tsunami had not taken their crown jewel of the island since the ship was perhaps their most important part if anything were to happen to the island such as a volcanic explosion. He allowed a soft sigh to escape his jaws as the broad-shouldered captain stepped onto the ship and headed where most of the weaponry was located in since it was a secure place that his warefare division protected to ensure no one came in that had dangerous motives.

He let out a small grunt as the top of his head bumped into the cieling as the jaguar went down the hidden decks to find the barrels of weapons, his jaws clamping around a large bag and beginning to shove all kinds of weapons that they had to offer to their crewmates, new and old. He knew some didn't excel in fighting but Pincher wanted everyone to at least have one weapon for security if anything were to happen. He personally held a switchblade all th time and found it useful for anything really so the male walked out of the ship, heaving a bag that softly clanked with the weapons inside. As he trekked through the sandy hills, the male halted at the center of their recovering camp, letting the heavy bag roll off his shoulders and onto the sandy ground, the impact causing the items to spill out. Weapons of all kinds such as knives, daggers, needles, swords, hatchets, and other many intricate weapons from all over the world. Some had been made here in the Typhoon but they were pirates afterall and tended to steal from others so no weapon was exactly the same as the other. "If you lost your weapon in the tsunami or just want a new option, come and check them out to find one that suits you." He called out as the blue eyed predator went in a relaxed sitting position, his dark obsidian black tail curling around his paws as he waited for his crewmates to arrive.

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