THE ONLY THING YOU LET HOLD YOU / joining

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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]The first person to find him is another wolf. She looks rather friendly which is good, so much so that the wolf offers a smile in a return before he responds. "Felix Frederick Tarqin de Borel, or just Felix de Borel. I am here to join your ranks, if that would be acceptable?" He states with the rigid formality that he's always been told makes a good impression on newcomers. Whether it would make a good impression on a group of pirates... Perhaps not. He doesn't feel exactly comfortable with the idea of being a pirate anyways. Better to keep his manners intact if he's going to abandon everything else - manners maketh man after all.

The comments on the boat causes him to look slightly surprised. "The boat is nothing much." It's not, nothing more than a small rowing boat. It would be nothing compared to a warship, so he feels the need to address that. "I sailed for a few days, the sea makes for dreadful company." Orthax makes for terrible company, and with that the demon gives a sharp resounding chuckle inside his head. It seems that the hellspawn thinks this is all terribly amusing, and the wolf grits his teeth in response.

"I'd think that would be common knowledge here would it not? Who lives on an island but cannot sail?" He responds to Pincher. It seems that the answer is that Felix has completely misjudged that ability. Perhaps they didn't want to leave the island, as idyllic and peaceful it seemed.