PARIS — JOINING

[VANDAL R.]

"Well, looks like the jig is up, Pinchy! We ain't as good a bunch of actors as we are a bunch of scoundrels!" There's a relieved tone in Vandal's voice, clearly pleased that this new joiner seems to be mostly unperturbed by their lifestyle. The newcomer's excitement is infectious, spreading like wildfire in the maned wolf's body until she's whirling around to face her brother too. Hey, he'd already given her the go ahead to join them, anyway. That should mean it's alright to... "Pinchy! D'ya think we can bring her over to the ol' Anchored Tempest?"

While Vandal has certainly visited the old girl a few times, it never gets tiring to marvel at her ornate beauty. She continues to dream of setting sail in the massive wooden brig, taking to the oceans and plundering what they could from smaller merchant sloops that may be out here - somewhere - or plundering from small towns and keeps and castles, repacking what they have stolen to sell again in the market. It's a life that bleeds excitement into her very veins, one that comes alive every time she sees the Anchored Tempest. She's just as eager as Peachpit to give her a visit.