Sleepy Fox Hollow Pirates are landlocked

Etienne is usually not heh <3

There was an air to this stranger, this rude boy that caused Etienne to not want to be this way. And yet the way he spoke so callously, so cruelly. It was enough to weather the sea boy silent, and yet there was an inner strength. A fire he had unknowingly hidden for so long. From his grandmothers, his great grandmothers. After all piracy ran in his blood. There was heathenry that danced with devils and colored their sails in shades of black and he tapped into that. Some otherworldly creature lay a hold of him and Eti felt anger deep and wide and painful, for the first time in his young life and it laid his soul bare.

Any other time he'd have admired the way the boy held a hunter's crouch. His eyes the colors of sunsets and certain meadow flowers, but for now. Now all he saw was ugliness. An ugly heart and an ugly soul.

There was a sharpness to his tongue now as he lashed out in the language of his family. The language of the darkest places that could exist sometimes. He clapped back.

Dyab ti gason

A curl of his lip over, pearly teeth. Golden eyes snapping and bright. NO more tears today.

I t'ink the question be w'y do we need a boy dat treats otters so cruelly. W'y do we need a devil boy in s'eeps clot'in' w'o bites because 'e cannot bark.

Eti stepped forward shoulders rounded, tapering into lean and lanky waist, coldness in his words.

W'y do we need a boy wit' anger in 'is 'eart. Soul as black as de sea w'en 'er is angry? Boy dat uses tongue like weapon. Per'aps someone be cuttin' it out you not be careful Ti gason mechan. You deserve no grace, no kindness until you learn it on your own.