plain jane + private, pincher

[PINCHER]

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[size=11px]❝ GOD DAMN RIGHT, YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME ❞

[size=8pt]even though pincher was the co-leader of the island, he hardly knew much of it. it was a big ass sand pile that had a hot hole that could possibly erupt at any second and kill everyone. it was a bit thrilling and horrifying to know he could die at any second but hell, anywhere had it's dangers so it didn't phase him much that he lived in such an odd area. the captain had decided to travel and explore more around the island, knowing it's massive territory contained various sectons that could be used for further expansion if the clan ever go big enough. for now, he was satisfied. he preferred tight-knit groups and hardly enjoyed seeing so many crewmates at once — hell, if he saw more than ten than he usually tried to remain alone for the rest of the day. it wasn't that he found they annoying as fuck (though part of it was because of that) but the main trouble that forced him into such a state of emotion was that he didn't feel right about being their leader. no one knew what he had done. what warm blood he had spilled to reach the top where he was now. his father had been the boss of the nautical mile and before pincher knew it, he was next in line for position. of course, he had previously been a blackjack rat — rather uncommon leaders since most nautical mile crews were lead by typhoon tyrants. they were brutal fighters but so was pincher. he just was more cunning and knew how to use his strength in ways that not many could think of. besides, he was named "pincher". another sly term for a thief, one with the desire to take everything from the world. ambition one could say. greed was another word that slipped from the mouths of creatures that judged pincher. he was who he was. he just didn't want any dumbasses to squander their time by throwing a fit about pincher.

the caramel brown spotted figure slipped through the undergrowth of the rainforest, weaving around the long roots and hanging vegetation that tended to slap his face. he didn't like the crowded environment and much preferred the ocean expansive sea that appeared to have no limitation, just a horizon of direction. but for now, he was stuck trying to mentally map his newly founded territory. as he stepped through a clearing, his sharp aquamarine blue gaze locked onto a slender figure that appeared to be observing the others. who the hell was she? she was very attractive that was for sure but pincher wasn't exactly ready to pounce on the idea of spending a night with her. the captain was ready to turn tail and head off somewhere else when he noticed the bottle of rum and the immediate craving stung his throat and he decided to go for it. "having fun doing nothing?" flatly remarked pincher as he stalked closer, rugged low voice sharp with authority. hey, if you had power, you might as well use it.

/ wheezes and kisses

[size=10pt][b]nautical mile captain ★ deniz "pincher" roux ★ the typhoon