He knew that people who branded themselves as pirates sunk lower than a shipwreck, but whoever thought it was fair to kidnap a blind guy was deeper than the Mariana Trench. True, life wasn't fair and Beck himself severely lacked morals, but come on. There was no fun in snatching handicapped people from their homes, unless you were some type of... freakish serial killer who got off on that. Ew, he was going to stop that train of thought right there. He needed to focus for once in his miserable existence. His scarred snout crinkled in unreadable worry as he jumped down from someone's back and onto the Typhoon's beach, having caught a ride over the land bridge instead of being burnt by salt-filled waves. From there, the entire raid members, adorned with masks both protecting and hiding their features, he smuggled with him slipped into the shadows, disappearing almost entirely. Mud and sea salt erased their scents, and Beck was sure to position their hiding locations downwind so no lousy pirate could sniff them out. And the commander was left vulnerable on the moonlit beach, luminous glare a beacon in the night. It made sense to strike during twilight hours, and although it was predictable, it was a tactic with mostly successful results. Mostly.
Dryly swallowing any fear churning in his being, Beck stalked towards the over-dramatic entrance gate. A single glance was cast back towards the jungle foliage shrouding his backup, and after scowling at the menial decorations strewn about the gate for a hesitant eternity, his attention turned to the set-up of bells. What was that even for? Whatever. A clammy paw stretched up towards the main bell's handle and following after what exactly a poltergeist meant, Beck obnoxiously began to ring the bell. No mercy or beauty sleep for the pirate bastards. In addition to the horrid ringing, his own earsplitting voice joined the clamor, shrieking out as if it were the end of the world: "Hey, Pinch-bitch! Pi-i-i-nch! [i]Pinch!" Eventually his intelligent yelling descended into pure screaming at the top of his damaged lungs, relentlessly ringing the bell. He didn't notice the snakes striking at him, nor did he care; if anything, it only heightened the volume as one managed to chomp down on him and he smacked it away. Venom was useless against a crazed ghost with the goal to awaken all of Typhoon and drag them to their border. The specific goal was a diversion and later an ambush, if the plan wasn't clear enough. But the crewmates knew nothing of it. His voice was a mere croak at this point, but the boy continued to squeal and yelp and howl and giggle like a diseased animal, creating a considerably eerie sound wailing over the island when combining with the erratic bell tones. "Pinch! Is! A! Bitch! And! I! Need! To! Talk! With! 'Em! Pinch-bitch!" A haunting and frankly embarrassing anthem assumedly luring people to the bait any moment now.
[align=center]»――➤Dryly swallowing any fear churning in his being, Beck stalked towards the over-dramatic entrance gate. A single glance was cast back towards the jungle foliage shrouding his backup, and after scowling at the menial decorations strewn about the gate for a hesitant eternity, his attention turned to the set-up of bells. What was that even for? Whatever. A clammy paw stretched up towards the main bell's handle and following after what exactly a poltergeist meant, Beck obnoxiously began to ring the bell. No mercy or beauty sleep for the pirate bastards. In addition to the horrid ringing, his own earsplitting voice joined the clamor, shrieking out as if it were the end of the world: "Hey, Pinch-bitch! Pi-i-i-nch! [i]Pinch!" Eventually his intelligent yelling descended into pure screaming at the top of his damaged lungs, relentlessly ringing the bell. He didn't notice the snakes striking at him, nor did he care; if anything, it only heightened the volume as one managed to chomp down on him and he smacked it away. Venom was useless against a crazed ghost with the goal to awaken all of Typhoon and drag them to their border. The specific goal was a diversion and later an ambush, if the plan wasn't clear enough. But the crewmates knew nothing of it. His voice was a mere croak at this point, but the boy continued to squeal and yelp and howl and giggle like a diseased animal, creating a considerably eerie sound wailing over the island when combining with the erratic bell tones. "Pinch! Is! A! Bitch! And! I! Need! To! Talk! With! 'Em! Pinch-bitch!" A haunting and frankly embarrassing anthem assumedly luring people to the bait any moment now.