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Ahoy?  Even Depp didn't use such a greeting, despite his pirate tongue. The closer the man got, the more the captain could spy his sleek, business-like coat. What a strange look for such rustic language. Trick was the fellow's name, an unusual name indeed, but he'd met others with even odder titles. He already listed Trick as charming on a notepad in his mind, when meeting particular people Depp enjoyed jotting down traits and observations he picked up on throughout their conversation. This wasn't always a common occurrence, only doing so with Sen since coming across Teekon. 

Not only did he list his name, but four other facts about himself. He gave a nod of the head towards the man, the equivalent to a handshake, and stated his name. "Depp—Captain Depp Sparrow," his introduction's were usually shortened, at least since entering the Wilds, but as time grew the man began to state his catchphrase of a name, Captain Depp Sparrow. He could now officially call himself such a term, now being the Alpha of a pack once again. 

His eyes scanned the area, as if searching for something. "What brings you here?" The dark male asked, giving a small tilt of the head and a squint of the eye. He wasn't concerned of his proximity to Seadog, hell he couldn't care less who stepped onto the borders, as long as there was no harm done.