Well, we'll float on, good news is on the way || open, joiner

☠ ✧ ☠  TAGS — Out of the dark forest and into the dark ocean. He had not made it all the way across. The chilly wind had thwarted with his crossing and the rocks had been slick from the recent high tide. The tom had slipped from the breakwater at the northern end of the island. Once the surprised face had vanished beneath the ocean one would have guessed that was the end of that, but Kidd was a pirate cat and a strong swimmer because of it. The short distance to land that remained, the juvenile swam. The shivering body emerged from the cruel water onto the dark sandy shore. His blue-grey fur was flattened to his body and his singular golden eye burned from exposure to the salty liquid.

Kidd took a shaky step forward. The ruffians that lived here would need to find him. He sought them for he need their help. He would freeze without a shelter. The air around him was busy freezing the water stuck in his matted fur. The lands of the Black Isle were harsh and unforgiving. Kidd was not used to the chilling breezes. He was only familiar with the warm rays of the sun and the burning beach sand. Still the air here was salty too, yet it burned with a stinging cold.

The trainee called to the beach in his high-pitched and scratchy voice, ”Ahoy! I am a former member of the pirate crew, The Skulls! Me name is Kidd if any of ye remember. This is not the Skulls but could this be what’s left of ‘em? I have had a fall into ye sea and I would like to take shelter regardless!”

☠ ✧ ☠  TAGS — The young buccaneer smiled a wide toothy smile in greeting to the bandana clad tortie. The smile only grew when suddenly a blanket materialized from nowhere and passed to him. All before words were even spoken! Kidd was surprised by the warmth of the natives despite the cool environment. His greedy paws accepted the blanket and he wrapped it around his body and held it with his forepaws. He listened to the strange voice of the femme. ”Ahoy to ye, Hiyori. And thank you fer this blanket. Then this must be the Skulls?” The mender had said welcome back, hadn’t she? Must have meant he had arrived where the rest of the ragtag crew resided. They certainly had changed…

Kidd’s single eye trained upon a ferret scurrying nearer. Her light fur almost blended with the sparse snow but stood out against the black sand. Kidd barely remembered a ferret. He had perhaps met Xylia and Selfdestruction once before in the Skulls old terrirtory, but his memory was vastly full of times of Wolfgate and Ymir. With Xylia’s words he gained more information. This was not the Skulls but another group now. It was a bummer to Kidd who had hoped the old crew still thrived. This was the Black Isle. ”Arr! The Black Isle, huh? It is what is left of the crew? If ye are a real rough and tough pirate crew then I have journeyed to find ye and join ye.” He drew the blanket’s fabric over his head and began to massage with his paws in order to dry his fur.