GOLDENGATE — RETURN/SALVAGING

[PINCHER]

It was time to return to their roots. Or whatever the fuck that meant. Pincher just had grown tired of living in the treehouses and slipping in and out like some sort of nomad group that was trapped inside a tiny landscape of territory that had once been so vast and opportunistic. The flood had forced everyone to live among each other in close quarters and he had noticed the tensions, his worry growing that they might end up killing each other if they stayed up in those trees for too long. His long forked tongue slipped out of his coffee brown muzzle as he tasted the tang of the air, noticing that the salty scent had become more faded which meant that the tide was finally in a decent retreat. He stepped out his own treehouse that he shared with Goldenluxury, his cyan blue eyes flickering over his shoulder as he worried that she might still be tired to move. He wouldn't mind carrying her but the male was worried that he might drop her when going down the stairs though he could place her in a basket as well as Coldblue.

"Everyone, listen up! The tide seems to have returned to it's normal position and I think it's time for us to return to the main camp and see what we can salvage and what needs repairing. I know that weapons will be destroyed or taken so I will need someone to create new weaponry. Herbs have been damaged as well and I suggest someone to make a herb search. Beach huts will probably be damaged as well so if you need to reconstruct your home, you will have the time to when we arrive. Now let's go before it get's dark." With that, the obsidian colored canine began to walk down the stairs of the treehouses to reach the ground, grimacing ever so slightly when he realized it was still rather drenched with the salt water that had flooded the area. Yet the male pushed forward towards the direction of Barracuda Bay, his velvety ears pricked to catch anything out of the blue as he stepped out of the vegetation and into the familiar beachside.

Except it wasn't really familiar. Dead decaying fish and other sea animals littered the area as well as piles of kelp and seaweed. Driftwood impaled sand also carried possessions that had been lost to some crewmates. Pincher noticed that one of them had been a spyglass, gold and had his initials carved into it. He inspected it with a soft sigh of relief when he noticed that only a few nicks had taken place onto the item. He glanced around towards the rest of the crew that had decided to return with him as he stated "I suggest searching for anything you lost here. Try to salvage whatever you believe is necessary." Pincher glanced at their damaged ship, her long sails hanging awkwardly due to the water that had impacted them. He bit back a curse as he mumbled under his breath, "We've got a lot of work to do."

( the crew is back to barracuda bay! the area is littered with lots of fish/sea creatures, possessions, etc. you can have y/c look around and try to find anything they may have lost in the tsunami! )

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

It wasn't hard to notice Pincher's booming voice, especially since everybody was living so close together. Caesar raised his head from where he had been resting for once and looked over at the Captain, immediately jumping to his paws at the mention of returning to camp. The demon almost promptly went off, wanting to just leave the closeness of everybody. Of course, with him being an Officer, he was probably expected to make weapons later, wasn't he? But right now, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting away from everybody and going to his room on the ship.

And that's exactly where Caesar was heading, until he tripped and fell over something. The Officer barely had time to react before he heard a hiss, before immediately feeling somebody bite down on the tip of his tail. "FUCK!" Caesar hissed, although it was more out of irritation rather than pain. He whipped his head around to glare down at the thing that bit down on his tail, finding it to be none other than his pet snapping turtle, Edwvdug. "I thought I'd gotten rid of you after the storm, you fucking prick." Caesar hissed at the reptile, harshly lashing his tail away from the turtle and forcing him to open his mouth. Of course, this ripped fur off of his tail, and it definitely left a gash, but he didn't care.

#psychosocial.

[Verdigris]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Paper had already been wandering the island on a regular basis for about a week now, but to hear that it was officially safe to return to camp was a relief. He had grown tired of sleeping in trees, even though it was the only option that wouldn't result in getting his fur completely soaked through with brine overnight. Even so, he was used to wading through saltwater by now, so coming down to the ground and walking through the wet sand after Pincher was not a hardship.

  Upon arriving at Barracuda Bay, though, he couldn't help but wince at the reek of rotting fish and decaying plant material. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his gaze over the beach, in search of anything that looked familiar. Perhaps he would spot the strange purple glow of his gem, perhaps he wouldn't, but there might still be something useful that had survived the waves.

  It was when he turned his head to avoid laughing at Caesar's predicament- yeah, the other male would probably need to get his tail wound treated, but he could handle it- that Paper noticed a large gray object in the sand a few yards away. Flicking his good ear, he trotted over to it, careful to step over a piece of driftwood that protruded from the sand.

  The object was a mask, with large, warped eyeholes and extensions for the ears- the same mask he had worn to Vanessa's masquerade party a long time ago, back when the competition to become the Dealer was the most of his worries. Neither eyehole had any film left in it; protruding from within the right eyehole was another piece of driftwood. Both of the holes had likely been punctured, if he had to guess.

  It likely would not be of any practical use, but he might as well keep it as a memento. Placing the mask in his bag, Paper walked away from the site and continued pacing the beach, searching for any other missing possessions.

[guts]

His face scrunches up at the scent of decaying fish and plant, his purple irises sweeping across the coast. It was a wreck just as he had expected. His leg still wasn't quite healed, but he'd be damned if he didn't stay up and walk around. He wasn't just going to heed the medic's advice and stay in bed, no, he was too stubborn for that. Wobbling over, he still walked with a slight limp, but at least the discomfort was gone. It didn't hurt anymore, and that was a relief.

Greed wasn't even really sure why he had come along. He knew his shades were long gone, and even if they did wash up, they were probably broken all to hell. Still, he was here, maybe because he wanted to help people look. It was new for him, wanting to help others instead of hurting them. Progress, maybe? Either way, he was there, walking along the shore.

Eyes flickering about, they finally catch a glint, the sun's light bounding off something nearby. He turns and walks over to investigate, frowning when he sees what it is. As he expected, his glasses lay there in the sand, twisted and cracked. Great. He picks them up and sighs, simply throwing them back onto the ground. Maybe he could find a replacement later.

He looks down, lifting a paw to inspect the bracelet Roxie had given him. He swallows, a lump suddenly forming in his throat. At least he had brought this. Even if it was just a shiny trinket, it was still important to him. He was trying to get over her, and even though keeping it probably wasn't helping, he couldn't bring himself to just throw it away.

"SPEECH"

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[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]She had ... never seen devastation like this. Rochelle was familiar with the evils of the world, maybe just a little too well ... however, she'd never seen nature lash out so violently like this. "And this is only the aftermath", the wolf thought, shaking her head softly as she silently padded over. There was only a suffocated thump-thump, thump-thump of her limp as she circled around the area. There was stuff ... everywhere. Not just litter, but possessions of other crew members. It gave her a blow in the stomach of sorrow, her head hanging low as she sniffed at a petite trinket.

"I've got nothing to look for so ... I'd be happy to help anyone if they need it." The girl called out, tone firm but her look ever so gentle. Her supple honey eyes were round, muzzle twisted into a frown, though she kept her lips pursed. She didn't consider herself lucky that she'd joined after the destruction, though she was glad to be free to assist in the clean-up. Rochelle wondered if any Typhoon members had been lost ... but she didn't think of it appropriate to ask. Instead, she kept scanning the bay, particularly for sharp objects- glass or metal that could possibly hurt someone. The wolf considered, too, that she should maybe seek out some herbs. Though she wasn't knowledgeable on the native plant life here that they used, she knew that any help would be enough.