07-21-2018, 05:13 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]It had almost been too long since he had last stolen something.
In fact, he didn't think he had stolen anything since joining the Typhoon- rather shameful, considering that stealing was what pirates did. He didn't count taking the ruby from the crystal caves, as no one had laid claim to that in the first place. During the human raids, there had been little to nothing of value to take from the humans. Most of the humans had kept their weapons even as they fled, and the few that they did drop were usually broken.
The last time, he recalled, was back when his squad was still alive and well. The pack had targeted a caravan of sorts; they had beaten anyone who resisted within an inch of their lives, then snatched all the money, food, and other goods they could get their paws on. He had landed a small dagger and a bag of sapphires for himself, which he had kept on him until the day he left the pack for good. By that point, keeping any of those possessions would have just held him back.
When seeing Jacob on the beach with a bunch of medical supplies that smelled of foreign traders, Paper wasn't entirely sure what to think. Yeah, it was possible that Jacob had come by those supplies legitimately, and the other option didn't seem in character for him... but at the same time, that was a lot of supplies to buy. Expensive ones, too, given that most of them smelled like the highly-addictive painkillers that the Red Fangs had frequently run across when thieving. "That's a lot of medicine, do you need help carrying it?" he asked, choosing not to prod for information as to where Jacob had gotten it all.
In fact, he didn't think he had stolen anything since joining the Typhoon- rather shameful, considering that stealing was what pirates did. He didn't count taking the ruby from the crystal caves, as no one had laid claim to that in the first place. During the human raids, there had been little to nothing of value to take from the humans. Most of the humans had kept their weapons even as they fled, and the few that they did drop were usually broken.
The last time, he recalled, was back when his squad was still alive and well. The pack had targeted a caravan of sorts; they had beaten anyone who resisted within an inch of their lives, then snatched all the money, food, and other goods they could get their paws on. He had landed a small dagger and a bag of sapphires for himself, which he had kept on him until the day he left the pack for good. By that point, keeping any of those possessions would have just held him back.
When seeing Jacob on the beach with a bunch of medical supplies that smelled of foreign traders, Paper wasn't entirely sure what to think. Yeah, it was possible that Jacob had come by those supplies legitimately, and the other option didn't seem in character for him... but at the same time, that was a lot of supplies to buy. Expensive ones, too, given that most of them smelled like the highly-addictive painkillers that the Red Fangs had frequently run across when thieving. "That's a lot of medicine, do you need help carrying it?" he asked, choosing not to prod for information as to where Jacob had gotten it all.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo