07-25-2018, 01:20 AM
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As Captainpaw began to explain himself, Cronas couldn’t help but tilt their head to the other side. They weren’t expecting an explination, though they suppose due to them seemingly misunderstanding the other’s request, a brief session of clarification was needed. If they heard correctly, pirates of old would hid their treatures and other items of value from other pirates who may want to steal them. They would then make maps, explaining where to find their treasure. Sounded counterproductive to them. Why lay out a map to where something of importance is for another to find and steal? And if it’s so important, why not keep it close to them to ensure proper protection? Now, individuals like Captainpaw may find these valuables and take it for himself. Cronas wanted to comment on the stealing factor, but decided against it. They did live amongst pirates, after all. Pushing the though to the back of their mind, they once again focused on the tom before them. “Whatever... they wanted?” The Privateer echoed, now taking a seat as large ears pointed forward. They were curious as to what that could be. If Cronas found the treasure, what would they do with it? They’d definitely give it to their crewmates considering material values held no interest to them. “If Captainpaw found the treasure, what would he do with it?” Came their inquiry.
It wasn’t until the calico continued did Cronas remember their current situation. They were being asked to locate these goods in the hopes of actually finding them; if they exist. Walking around seemed troublesome and they’d prefer to observe wildlife. They’re obviously going to turn him down. Cronas didn’t have the energy nor the interest to humour another individual who will not benefit them. At least, that’s what they thought. His pleas fell upon deaf ears, though something else caught the pale kitten’s attention. “‘Fun’?” They repeated with a flick of their tail tip. “What is ‘fun’? C-can Cronas eat it?” Maybe this treasure hunt could be beneficial after all.
[ hhh mobile please excuse any errors ;; ]
[div style="width:55%;font-family:verdana;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;line-height:140%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:-0.5px;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px"]— sincerely, inadvertent ignorance ･ﾟ✧*
As Captainpaw began to explain himself, Cronas couldn’t help but tilt their head to the other side. They weren’t expecting an explination, though they suppose due to them seemingly misunderstanding the other’s request, a brief session of clarification was needed. If they heard correctly, pirates of old would hid their treatures and other items of value from other pirates who may want to steal them. They would then make maps, explaining where to find their treasure. Sounded counterproductive to them. Why lay out a map to where something of importance is for another to find and steal? And if it’s so important, why not keep it close to them to ensure proper protection? Now, individuals like Captainpaw may find these valuables and take it for himself. Cronas wanted to comment on the stealing factor, but decided against it. They did live amongst pirates, after all. Pushing the though to the back of their mind, they once again focused on the tom before them. “Whatever... they wanted?” The Privateer echoed, now taking a seat as large ears pointed forward. They were curious as to what that could be. If Cronas found the treasure, what would they do with it? They’d definitely give it to their crewmates considering material values held no interest to them. “If Captainpaw found the treasure, what would he do with it?” Came their inquiry.
It wasn’t until the calico continued did Cronas remember their current situation. They were being asked to locate these goods in the hopes of actually finding them; if they exist. Walking around seemed troublesome and they’d prefer to observe wildlife. They’re obviously going to turn him down. Cronas didn’t have the energy nor the interest to humour another individual who will not benefit them. At least, that’s what they thought. His pleas fell upon deaf ears, though something else caught the pale kitten’s attention. “‘Fun’?” They repeated with a flick of their tail tip. “What is ‘fun’? C-can Cronas eat it?” Maybe this treasure hunt could be beneficial after all.
[ hhh mobile please excuse any errors ;; ]
[div style="width:55%;font-family:verdana;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;line-height:140%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:-0.5px;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px"]— sincerely, inadvertent ignorance ･ﾟ✧*